Day: May 3, 2010
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Happy Holidays — Now Stop Stressing Me
I’m doing my best to have a stress-free holiday season, but people just won’t hear of it. Yes, I’ve been terribly stressed, but it all has to do with work deadlines, not the holidays. (Holidays? There are holidays?) The re-roofing process (which now looks great and is awaiting final inspection) has meant no lights on…
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Would Someone Please Explain Dating to My Spirit Guides?
“You need to date more.” Crap. What now? I’m looking at my intuitive friend, Shawna, over hot chocolate and shaking my head. I assure her I’m doing just fine and I’m quite busy. Not dating more than I do is not some kind of deficiency—it’s a choice not to lower my standards—and I’m a little…
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That’s the Way I Like It
Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Third Degree of Freedom. I am in love with this feeling, the fire of creativity coursing through my veins. I can’t remember when it’s been so strong or so furious or so insistent. It’s said that we find moments of immortality, that we defy death, in the god-moments…
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Visions of Healers
Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Third Degree of Freedom. I’m not certain where the idea for the Healing Center came from or exactly when I first thought of it. It seems now that it’s been a part of me for so long that I can’t separate it from myself. I’ve watched friends and…
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Swinging from the Quantum Tree
Life is made up of little turning points and big pictures. It’s a tree with infinite branches, each one a choice or decision or event that leads to a different timeline, a different infinity of universes, only one of which to follow to the end but all possibilities for the future. The roots of the…
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Living the Dream
The best thing about having your world shattered around you is rebuilding, even though it doesn’t seem like it at the time. But when you’re forced to rebuild, you have a chance to create the life you want. Not that it’s easy and not that it’s done overnight. The structures of our lives may be…
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Single Men and Their Holiday Weirdness
Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Third Degree of Freedom. It’s December, and the biggest entertainment of the season is watching single men turn downright hilarious with their dating weirdness amid our societal expectations. You needn’t even try to talk to the guy at the water cooler about his professional opinion on the new…
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Dreaming Our Values
Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Third Degree of Freedom. I’ve learned to pay attention to my dreams. All of them. The prophetic, the mundane, the symbolic. It’s funny what we learn about ourselves and what we value. Last night, they were intense. From the Bookshelf Rite of Reckoning — a Southern witch returns…
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Celebrating November
November turned out to be a month none of us really expected, and I’m not sure if I’m glad it went by fast or not. In any case, I was told repeatedly that it would be a month for celebration. Looking at my royally messed-up roof and quite unhappy that I’m going to have to…
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Why I’m More Okay Now Than Before
Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Third Degree of Freedom. I’m thinking about this a bit more because I’ve written several times in the past year that hey, I’m okay. Sometimes it sounds like a surprise and other times like so much self-talk so I don’t shrink back to where I was, but it’s…
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This Is a Test and Only a Test
While chatting earlier this month, AngelSu warned me that I’d be sorely tested this month and to be prepared for vandalism and lots of activity and competition around Thanksgiving. I had no idea the vandalism would be by the roofing crew after I refused to sign a certificate of completion last Friday when the work…
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My Mom Has Sex Hair
My taste in clothes hasn’t changed, not really, since I was 19. I remember once in college, alone in my apartment with Roxy Music playing “Avalon” in the background, a glass of red wine in one hand, candles burning, and me barefoot and singing to the record and wearing a long burgundy velvet dress. And…
