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Finally back from the grandmother visit. If I had all the patience in the world and the desire to drag up painful memories I would relate here the entirety of my cold acquaintance with my maternal grandmother. Being as I do not have such an affected mood at the present, I will discourse on other matters.
Principal of these is that I had the opportunity to see “The Dark Knight”, and upon the occurrence of said opportunity I seized it with zeal. Truly, truly a great mix of movie tragedy and dramatics, and captivated my imagination enough to stop the nightmares I had been entertaining in the previous three nights of sleep. Let us hope that I can continue this streak through tonight.
I am tired, so I will end with mentioning that I nicked several of my grandfather’s CDs from his collection (as my grandmother has no delight for music, whatsoever). If scary movies cannot fix my dreams, hopefully Debussy can.
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The Dark Moon
The dark Moon is private, intimate, richly renewing and full of depth. The waning Moon is a time of letting go, and as you're stripped of what you've known, there's a moment of standing naked, not knowing who you are. This might be what dying is like, an awesome mystery that makes us feel fully awake at that final moment. What comes next, we wonder?
I've found the dark Moon to be the most powerful time for organically unfolding soul-searching. The inner Self starts to grow in power, and make its presence known. Ideally, you can listen, integrate, and set intentions that will bring you into harmony with yourself during the waxing Moon.
Stillness is the key word for the dark Moon. Restful, rich solitude gives you the chance to hear that inner voice. With the lunar face hidden, the intuitive-psychic self takes over. Make space for a clearing of the mind and spirit, so that you can be ready to recieve.
There's a historic pattern of fearing the dark, and denying death. But it's a fact of nature, and if embraced, can be met as the winding down before the next new beginning. The Moon is associated with women, and many Goddesses like Hecate, Kali, Lilith, represent her dark aspect. The dark Moon reminds us of nature's cycles of death and rebirth. The grave and the womb become the same place, a transition when you're held in the mystery beyond physical existence.
Each dark Moon is a chance to be renewed, to experience unknowing, and to gain timeless wisdom. The dark Moon opens a door to the past, and it reaches back far into the collective memory. Make it a sacred time for yourself each month, a time to connect to the great mystery of life.
Source: This is original writing, the foundation of which came from the works of Vicki Noble, Demetra George, Judy Grahn, Starhawk and Elinor Gadon, to name a few.
I spoke to my dad just now. Not only that I spoke to my grandmother who've I not spoken to in years!!!!!
Tonight has been a great night. I have so much to say but no where to begin.
WOW! I am so happy. The game plan is for me to go The Keys for Thanksgiving to see dad and I am going to ask my grandmother if I can come over sometimes to see her. She is 82 and lives alone. I think this is something I need to do.
To be honest, when I was talking to dad he asked me to call her since he thinks he might be robbed out of his inheritance. He wanted me to find out about her health and how she is doing and that his step sis might not tell him about when she dies. There must be a whole lot of money at stake. I saw the will his dad wrote and he will get his share (I damn well better get mine when the day comes around). Anywayz, I called her but when I heard her voice it I felt so bad. So bad. But I really do want to see her and help her out if she needs me. I think Saturday visits would be nice. Does that sound bad?
I was always amazed at my grandmothers (we called her Mommo) energy. During summers at our gold claim during berry picking time she would make her way through those thorny grabbing bushes like they were no match for her. All you would be able to see was the top of her straw hat among the masses of berries. This would always make me smile. And the pies that would come out of the old wood stove .... there is no way to describe how absolutely delicious they were. I miss those summers of old.
Mommo was a devoted wife / mother / grandmother and mother-in-law. Both my mom and my aunt just loved her. And she loved them. Her life evolved around her family.
Being the youngest grandchild and the only child of her oldest son I really think she took extra special care in spoiling me rotten. We spent a lot of time together. And the one thing about her that I can remember more than anything are her hands.
As my hands start to change with age, arthritis deforming my fingers and age spots showing up almost daily it seems .... I can see her hands. Her small dainty hands. Her fingers twisted .... deformed from arthritis ..... dark spots, the softness of her skin so easily bruised. I realize now that those hands had to be filled with pain. But I can never remember hearing her complain.
Her hands comforted me, they made me some of the best goodies I can ever remember indulging in, they brushed my hair, they touched me with love. They planted gardens, they mined gold, they picked berries, they cared for all she loved.
I miss this little lady ..... 26 years gone now. I miss sitting with her ..... stroking her little broken hands ..... listening to her stories of my dad and his brother.
I'll never forget you Mommo.
Peace. J.
DEPORT HER TO AMERICA----WE NEED HER
The Rambo Granny of Melbourne, Australia
Gun-toting granny Ava Estelle, 81, was so ticked-off when two thugs raped her 18-year-old granddaughter that she tracked the unsuspecting ex-cons down - - and shot off their testicles.
The old lady spent a week hunting those men down -- and when she found them, she took revenge on them in her own special way, said Melbourne police investigator Evan Delp. Then she took a taxi to the nearest police station, laid the gun on the sergeant's desk and told him as calm as could be: 'Those bastards will never rape anybody again, by God.' Cops say convicted rapist and robber Davis Furth, 33, lost both his penis and his testicles when outraged Ava opened fire with a 9-mm pistol in the hotel room where he and former prison cell mate Stanley Thomas, 29, were holed up.
The wrinkled avenger also blew Thomas' testicles to kingdom come, but doctors managed to save his mangled penis, police said. The one guy, Thomas, didn't lose his manhood, but the doctor I talked to said he won't be using it the way he used to, Detective Delp told reporters. Both men are still in pretty bad shape, but I think they're just happy to be alive after what they've been through.
The Rambo Granny swung into action August 21 after her granddaughter Debbie was carjacked and raped in broad daylight by two knife-wielding creeps in a section of town bordering on skid row. "When I saw the lookon my Debbie's face that night in the hospital, I decided I was going to go out and get those bastards myself 'cause I figured the Law would go easy on them," recalled the retired library worker. "And I wasn't scared of them, either because I've got me a gun and I've been shooting' all my life. And I wasn't dumb enough to turn it in when the law changed about owning one"
So, using a police artist's sketch of the suspects and Debbie's description of the sickos, tough-as-nails Ava spent seven days prowling the wino-infested neighborhood where the crime took place till she spotted the ill-fated rapists entering their flophouse hotel.
"I knew it was them the minute I saw 'em, but I shot a picture of'em anyway and took it back to Debbie and she said sure as hell, it was them," the oldster recalled. "So I went back to that hotel and found their room and knocked on the door and the minute the big one opened the door, I shot 'em right square between the legs, right where it would really hurt 'em most, you know. "Then I went in and shot the other one as he backed up pleading to me to spare him. Then I went down to the police station and turned myself in."
Now, baffled lawmen are trying to figure out exactly how to deal with the vigilante granny. What she did was wrong, and she broke the law, but it is difficult to throw an 81-year-old woman in prison, Det. Delp said, especially when 3 million people in the city want to nominate her for Mayor.
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