I had a brilliant idea today for a series of drawings/paintings

I am SO focused on growing past my marriage with my animus and allowing my husband to truly be my husband... Which has caused me to focus more and more on male/female polarities... and I accidentally listened to "Schism"...

A series of rough visions came to me as I listened to the lyrics to this song... Such angst and tearing down and building back up...  I wonder if it's plagerism of sorts?
I'm wanting to to do a series of images based on the lyrics of the songs.

I hope I actually do it.

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Thanks for nothing

I have no idea what it means to be a woman. To be a wife. To be whole.

Or half?

Or a receptacle?

And it's not fair and it's not right and I didn't fucking ASK for this and I don't know how it's possible to find the way out when I never put myself here in the first place. Yet here I am almost THIRTY and still immature. Fucking retard. Because I'm too blind and stubborn to know where it is I'm supposed to be growing and refusing to listen to anyone else's instructions.


And is it possible that I'm an atheist? That makes me sadder than anything. How can I possibly redefine myself around that term? I clung to it by age fourteen. rejected it at fifteen, yet now I find myself reevaluating the essence of it... I do not want to be labeled that way, I do not want to define my spiritual life with such an empty and dry word. Because I believe in the spiritual world. It's the whole concept of a deity that I take issue with.

Maybe I should claim pantheism or panentheism instead. I believe in The One Thing that exists in all things...but I don't think it's miraculous or magical, it's just the way things are at the root. Yet... so minuscule and simple and ineffable that It is holy.

That damned Beast- "Nothing only exists and is all Things"

Perhaps I shouldn't be so concerned with labels.

Hey my fellow Dancer & Dreamer- I was told by my Loner that I need to talk about animus things with you and then I need to discuss it with our royal Lioness. So until the next uninterrupted telephone chat- what does it mean to be a 'wife'?

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I’m getting it... thankfully.

So I've been intensely focusing on a key event of my youth. A defining event that shaped me more than I ever suspected. I've been writing hard-core about it, contructing a story that weaves truth from my perspective with a projected truth of the others' perspectives.

It's trying to imagine the others' perspective that's been causing me some trouble. Doing that puts me in a VERY uncomfortable place, one that's between pity and blind fury. I don't like being there, but I feel like I have to do it. Again, as a lot of you bloggers on my reading list know, writing has a purgative and cathartic effect like nothing else.

Like I was saying, I'm focusing in a particular momentous event, focused like a laser beam. What generally happens with that much directed energy? You start seeing synchronicities everywhere.

Tonight, I stopped at a somewhat large gas station. I just happened to pull up at a pump that had an RV on the other side. Looking back, it strikes me how we just go about doing things without any focus on our surroundings. I did my thing- insert card, wait for Okay, insert pump, dance and sing for the boy, smile at his unrestrained laughter, yadda yadda. As I glanced up to check how the price was climbing (slower than a year ago, but... I don't trust that), I looked into the face of my past.

As I've been writing my stories, I've been a little disappointed to learn that my mind has not held on to distinct imagery of the past- such as faces-, yet it has held on to impressions- such as large noses or dark hair. But let me tell you- as I looked at this person standing across the pump from me and felt the plethora of emotions dancing in my belly, one thing struck me- I can understand how serial killers end up with vic profiles.

On one hand, I am positive that the face I saw was the one I've been writing about. Different state, decades later, whatever. It was. On the other hand, I know how the mind works and I know where I've been focused. Rationality soothing the insanity of the subconcious? Yep.

I wanted to go up to this person and ask their name. Ask if they'd stayed in Jville a couple of decades ago. I wanted to beat their face in. I wanted to scream and destroy that face.

No matter how much progress I feel like I've made over the years, I always seem to find out that I've been kidding myself. It's a devastating feeling. It's pretty damn bleak place to find oneself.

So. I guess the thing to do is to keep on truckin'. 'Cause I didn't even make eye contact.

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The dawning of the sixth day.

According to the Mayan calendar (you know, the one that everyone has all of a sudden become an expert on over the past four years or so- the one who's Long Count ends in 2012), the Sixth Day begins in a few days. This is supposed to be a glorious period of enlightenment (YAY OBAMA! - Oh, oops. I didn't mean to actually express my political views. Ya'll know I'm all for socialism done right. But I also think a good 3/4 of the peeps that support him now will NOT be supporters in another 2 1/2 years...uh....but that's a different blog. Moving on.)

We're approaching the Seventh Day (which occurs in 2011, the Sixth Night is during 2010...see the pattern?) and I'm having a hard time choosing a way to think or feel about it all.

It's just like when the economic failure became a media circus. It's a little difficult to get my mind around the fact that it's actually happening. As much as I've been preaching and studying and reading over the past ten years about this sort of crap, I've always held a secret belief/hope that it was just that- crap. Just a bunch of overblown paranoia and new agey gobbledegook. Like the alignment of May 5, 2000 turned out to be crap.

Well, it's all here. It's all becoming real. And I find myself questioning we move into this more telepathic world, this smaller world where my new friend in Japan is a keystroke away, why is this happening? Was the noosphere always here? Did we create it?

I've always been a big believer that your thoughts determine your reality. I've looked into the scientific evidence that the very way you think can determine the course of events in your life, then movies like What the Bleep do We Know? and books like The Secret (Aaron, that was the name of it- The Secret) are published and made mainstream by those in authority (read: Oprah)... I wish I'd written a friggin book about it. Maybe I could cash in, too.

Dang, I'm digressing... well, not really. I don't have a point, I just felt like doing some freewriting before I pound out an article on the Sixth Day. Which is where I started...

So. We're at a point in this calendar of teetering on the brink of a major evolutionary shift- we're hovering on the singularity.

The Sixth Day is a year of prospering. The previous year was the Fifth Night- it was one of the darkest periods in social evolution that we've ever had. Structures were torn down or the decay of rotten facades were brought into the light. The Sixth Day is a time to own up and to accept where we've gotten ourselves, then to take all of the awesome tools we've developed and begin working on a bigger, grander existenece.

Sorry to be so vague, but I actually have to worry about copywright laws :-). Read my article after I publish it if you want more details. Or a more linear, understandable read from MeBrain. :)
I refuse to edit these MySpace blogs anymore.

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Gratitude, love, anxiety. The usual.
Current mood: sleepy

So.
I'm happy.

I've established contact with all of the people from my past that I've missed. I've verified that they're alive and living life as best they can. And I'll tell you that  during the getting reaquainted conversations, I most hated answering the "How have you been?" question. All I know to answer with is to recount the events in my life, and the events make it sound like I've 'arrived'. Moved, got stable job, go to school, bought house, had kid, yadda yadda. I've done all the things we imagine are the things to do as adults. To me, those events aren't the things that have importance, they're just the catalyst for what I consider important: the personal growth and the self knowledge. But how does one explain the viciousness of the trials and the bloody battles with interior demons and the eternal loop of tearing down and rebuilding the self? I guess you don't in that first "how are you?" conversation! Maybe that's something to be discussed in later conversations (if they occur)...  Social norms? Me?

I don't know if I want to or should try to re-establish these friendships or not... One thing I've learned about myself over the years is that I'm devoutly loyal. Once I let a person 'in', they're in for life if they want to be. What has changed about me over the years is that I'm slower and slower, and much more discriminating (sometimes to a fault), about who and what I let 'in'. Hence, I don't know if I want to try to re-establish these friendships or let them fade. I don't know if the other people are interested.

 I've also learned that a few people that played very significant roles in my life have passed on. It's the death of these people that has made me question my extreme drive to find the other few people. I have carried some things with me over the years that I left unspoken at the time of our acquaintance. It's always bothered me, but now that so much time has passed, I wonder if there's even a point to bringing these things out. I accidentally mislead one person, I think I accidentally scarred another. Hindsight, eh? We never have any idea what today's actions will mean when we're looking back on them.

And how do you tell someone that you love them for everything they meant to you years ago? Especially when you have that unspoken burden and fear that you've hurt them without ever meaning to?

Here's what I'm really afraid of: I've carried these things with me and I feel such appreciation for these people.... I'm afraid that if I do bring up the past, I'll learn that it didn't matter at all to them. That I didn't matter. Ah, what a blow to the ego that would be! I mean, that pretty much takes me around to square one... I was/am always so damn protective of myself, of my feelings, that I hide them away and don't let anyone completely in. So I may have hurt someone on accident because of my own fear of being open, and now I'm afraid to be open because it would really hurt to learn that I didn't matter in the first place. Which is, I guess, what I was afraid of anyway. Blech.

Well. Let's go back to my second sentence. I'd like to change that to say, "I'm confused". :-)




On a different note, I'm delighted to have finally found some time in my day to begin reconnecting with my body! I didn't realize how much I enjoyed working out until I took this...uh, two and a half year hiatus. It's REALLY been screwing with my head! I think I've been in a sort of postpartum funk for a while. I've really packed on the pounds and get frustrated easily. I love my son, I love being a parent, and I love the lessons and genuine maturity that this has brought.... but.

But.

Here's an analogy.

When I went into labor, I found that if I could get a grip at the onset of the contraction, I could ride though it without much pain or tension. But if I didn't get a grip on it at the very beginning, then I spent the entire contraction trying to make myself ease into it and to just be in it-it was a sort of catch 22, trying to force myself to relax.

That's kind of how this past year or so has been. As long as I maintain perfect awareness and stay focused, I'm good. But the instant (and I mean instant) that I slack off, I'm playing catch up like nobody's business. It's a razor's edge to walk. I struggle with that, because I really like slacking off and I just cannot allow mysel fhtat luxury anymore. So it's been I'm either upset that I have to be responsible or I'm upset that I haven't been responsible.

uh....anyway. What I was my point? Oh- I'm finally able to carve some time into my day for some workouts! YAY! But holy chao do I ever miss aikido... *sigh*... one day.


Something else I didn't realize about this whole stable job, having a kid, buying a house, settling down type of life that I've built for myself? It's kinda boring. Good, but boring.

Currently reading : Musashi’s Book of Five Rings: The Definitive Interpretation of Miyamoto Musashi’s Classic Book of Strategy By Stephen F. Kaufman

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I’m gonna bring it!

I'm pretty sure I saw a coyote run through our backyard this evening. Ugh, that's kind of creepy.But that's not what I want to write about today.

I am a fat cow.
And I'm tired of it.
I think most women gain weight while pregnant. It's normal. What's not normal is the way I did it. I lost a lot of body fat while I was pregnant, ended up looking pretty dang hot afterwards, but I became obsessed with sweets for the past...um...year. So. I weigh right about the same that I did before getting pregnant (still), but my body shape is WAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYY different. And the dryer must be shrinking my jeans, because they are getting tight.

My concern isn't entirely about how I look, it's how I feel. And I mean that on a couple of levels.
First off, my heart will sometimes pound really hard. That scares me. I've always had a robust cardiovascular system. It doesn't take much effort for me to be able to do cardio exercise and it not kill me. My heart's always been in incredible shape, especially considering that I smoked for so long and didn't really exercise. But now I'm approaching 30. I have a family history of heart problems and a personal history of laziness. I want to take care of my heart.

And I feel sluggish! God, it takes sooo much willpower sometimes just to take the stairs at work. I don't want to walk to the mailbox anymore. I'd rather just sit on my ass, and that's just not a good thing with a curious toddler running around.

And my back hurts. I've had back problems since I was 17. I spent a lot of time strengthening my deep transverse abdominal muscles and I did a lot of 'core' work, such as pilates to keep from being in pain. Of course, pregnancy threw all that work out the window by stretching out those muscles beyond all reason. I slouch when I walk and my lower back hurts almost all the time lately.  My knees gave out a couple of weekends ago, and that utterly terrified me.

And I feel ugly. I REALLY hate to admit this. I really, really do. I hate that I am shallow enough where my looks are bothering me this much, even though I know it's okay. I'm not a bad looking chick. It's only been recently that I've come to understand that I am (or was) quite attractive. I realize that when I was younger, I carried within myself an expectation that if I set my sights on a man, I could have him if I wanted (not that I was ever a hoochie, I'm just trying to make a point). I don't get noticed anymore. I don't have that self confidence that I once did. I have zero libido, which is just unheard of for me. My sex drive is pretty much directly proportional to how sexy I feel, and how sexy I feel is largely dependent on validation from other people. UGH! How shallow! How narcissistic! I'm ashamed admitting it, but it's true.

I'm realizing that I enjoyed knowing that if I wanted to get dolled up, I would be hawt. Now it just looks kind of sad, like a tired old housewife trying desperately to cling to her youth.

So I'm putting myself out there. I'm going to do an intense workout regimen for the next 90 days. It's called P90X. There's a meal plan that goes along with it. Even though my issue isn't really with food (except for the sweets), I'm going to follow the plan. I plan to give it my all, and it may SUCK for a while (remember, ya'll- I work full time, go to school part time, have a 14 month old that I put to bed every night, and I currently cook 80% of my household's meals). I really don't want to do intense exercise so late in the day (I'll be doing it from about 8 to 9 or 9:30 in the evenings), but that's truly the only time of day that I'm almost guaranteed to have that uninterrupted hour to hour 1/2 chunk.

So. Monday or Tuesday, I have a date with a DVD. I'm really excited. I've not felt good in a long time. I wanted to wrire a public blog. I need to be accountable somehow.

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Sometimes

I hate him more than I can ever say sometimes. I imagine terrible accidents, unabashed screaming fests, despicable confrontations without the 'switch' that says "stop, you're going too far."

Sometimes I love him so my that I feel like my heart can't contain it. I admire him for those things that I don't have, I revel in those beautiful traits that I see in him because I suspect them in myself,  I am overcome with the desire to merge with him completely.

So this is love? I feel for him the same that I feel about myself. He's... there.

I do enjoy the tempermental nature of our relationship. It's taken me years to admit to myself that I really value the confrontation. The honest confrontation that doesn't back down from my own wrath. Silly as it is.

But I hate it as much as I love it. I really hate the confrontation. I hate our fights. I hate the nastiness that he brings to the table.

*sigh*

It's just the way it is. It is.

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I broke my wrist today when I hit a Mercedes-Benz

HA HA HA HA!!

I guarantee it's not what you think!



I was walking across the grocery store parking lot today to fill the second round of antibiotics for Rory (he's got scarlet fever again) with him on my hip in the sling. I saw a black Mercedes three stores down coming, but at the speed she was going I had plenty of time to cross the lane in front of the store. Except she hit the gas.

People REALLY piss me off when they do that! They're in a parking lot, they see a pedestrian crossing, so they speed up. I could list all the reasons that it makes me mad, but I don't want to. Suffice it to say that no matter where you are, it's illegal and unsafe.

So. She hit the gas and I'm halfway across the lane. I have a split second to decide if I'm going to stop and let her go or if I'm going to keep walking in front of an oncoming vehicle. I decide to take the middle of the road and not exactly walk in front of her, but time it so that I could touch her car as she passes. And she doesn't slow down. I had my baby in my arms and there's a lot of people in the parking lot and I have the right of way (and I'd just had ENOUGH)... It was a split second decision. I slammed my fist down on the trunk of her car as she passed.

She slammed on her brakes so hard that they squealed. Now that I'm looking back on it, I think she may have thouight she hit us. She got out of her car and looked at me. I made another split second decision to not be rude or bawdry, to be as calm and matter of fact as possible. I said "Oh, you may not have noticed me and my son were crossing here" She gave a really snide, condescending  look and said, "There's no pedestrian cross here." And that kind of shocked me. Really? Are you serious? We're directly in front of the store's entrance, you're in a parking lot, we're in the lane that EVERYONE walks across to get inside the store. DIRECTLY IN FRONT OF THE ENTRANCE. So I said, "Um...pedestrians ALWAYS have the right of way." And I just kind of stood there and looked at her (my heart beating a thousand miles an hour). She stood there for a second, then got back in her car... Mind you, her cell phone never left her ear. I waited to make sure that she drove off (much slower, might I add), and I saw that I dented her trunk! With my fist!

So it was stupid of me. A little reckless. I was a little in shock the entire time I was in the store.  My heart was pounding and the adreniline flowing. I did the whole 'I should've said...' thing. I used to be very confrontational like this when I was younger. I don't like doing it anymore. The world's too crazy and people are too reckless for me to always feel comfortable standing up when I should.

But I'm a little proud of myself. I guarantee that the next time that woman is driving her $80,000 car in a parking lot and someone is crossing to the store, she will do what she's supposed to do and stop.
And I don't think my wrist is really broken, but it's hurt pretty bad. Maybe a hairline, but the bone is definitely bruised.

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HOLY SHEEEEEIIITTE!

I'm getting famouser!
They had another one of my articles as the front page thing today! Like all day!! The pregnancy one, and a lot of people commented.

Phew, I hope my head will fit out the door tomorrow morning.

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WOW! I’m in the limelight!

I had a moment of intuition yesterday and followed it. It resulted in a very quickly written article that was published almost immediately. That article was featured on the front page of the associated content webpage all last night and into the morning! Not only that, but when I did a Google search for the key term, MY article was on page two of the Google results!

I'm gonna be famous (well, my pen name will)! I sure hope the riches follow!

Remember, read my stuff at www.associatedcontent.com/hermeticheretic

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ARGH!!!!
Current mood: frustrated

Original 07 -14 -08

Okay, the boy is RAPIDLY approaching one year old. Anytime I discuss this with most people, the question quickly comes up if I'm breastfeeding still or not (yes, I am). I think most people that ask are meaning to be encouraging, but they end up giving me all the reasons why I 'shouldn't' be or why they 'couldn't'. And it's a little disheartening sometimes. I just got an email from one of the child development subscriptions that I have telling me all about how now that he's a year old, I can make the switch to cow's milk. PAGES of how to make the switch, not a single mention of why I should keep breastfeeding. My aunt actually said most of society's viewpoint quite succinctly- "Hundreds of years ago, people HAD to breastfeed. We have the advantages of technology now."
And to a degree, I agree. We do have the advantage of technology now, but in some cases it's not better. And we believe the lie that because its a 'technological advance', it must be better.
I'm just really frustrated right now. I don't have access to my jpurnal to vent, so sorry for making a random blog post that most people won't read anyway.
Fuck, cow's milk is made by cows. Cows go from weighing twenty pounds to two thousand pounds in lesss than a year (or something like that). Do we really wonder why we're such fatasses nowadays? What other animal sucks milk from another animals teat?
And I've worked very hard to be able to work full time and breastfeed. I mean, worked hard. I've been more organized and more faithful about this than I ever have about anything in my life. Every single night I've cleaned my supplies and prpared bags of milk and... whatever. I guess I don't need the acknowledgement. I'm doing the work because I feel very strongly about it. There's no question of slacking of. This one thing in my life. And I just get tired of seeming attempts to dissuade me. ARRFgkfdkv.
I think this feeling is totally intensified right now because I've been immersed in goddess studay and realizing what the feminine really is. It's not that grrrl power annoying shit that's shoved in our faces all the time. My article will be out soon, and once again, I procrastinated to the point where I've lost a lot of quality because I have to rush it out. Anyhoo. Whatever.


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08/04/2008
update

If I don't write this now, I'm afraid I'll forget to do it. I've already put it off for weeks, and yet this was an event that bears recording.
The very day after I wote this blog entry, I was entering the code into the door for the "mother's room" at work to pump, when a lady I sorta know walked by. She's a middle-aged Jamican lady that started working for the company while I was pregnant. She, being Jamaican, is just culturally a more touchy-feely person than I am (me being my ultre-maga-totally standoffish self), and made some comment when I was pregnant that left me a little defensive and awkward at the time. She'd picked up on my defensiveness, knew that she had offended me in some silly way without meaning to (because I am a standoffish bitch) , and she kinda steered clear of me for a while because it was uncomfortable. I made a few little efforts to smooth over that strange tension, and so we're now on a 'hail-fellow-well-met' basis when passing in the halls at work.

Okay, after that longer then intended prelude... I was entering the code in the door to go pump the day after I wrote this blog when she walked by. She asked, in a very cheerful, just passing by tone, "Did you have another baby??"  I must have given her a VERY confused look, because a look of recognition passed over her face, and she said, "You're still breastfeeding? That's WONDERFUL!! You go, girl!!" I gave some muttered affirmation and smiled nicely and went and pumped. And I thought. And thought. And thought some more. About how ironic that I got some moral support the day after I posted my whiny blog, from a very unexpected source.

So I wrote her a post-it note ('cause my god, my office LOVES those post-it notes) thanking her for her comment and reminding her that there's not a lot of support for extended breastfeeding anymore. And I think somehow she knew just how much of an impact she made on me. And I'm glad.

And that's my update.

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Homo Luminous. Writer’s block. Spirals. The fine line betwixt enlightenment and insanity.

And other light topics.

I have an article due in four days. It's like an application for bigger paying freelance jobs. It's on any subject I want to write about. I cannot think of a subject. I am blocked.

Human evolution. We're in the 5th night of the Mayan calendar right now. This is the worst of it. Economic collapse. Political dictatorships having the rugs pulled out from under them. Awesome. Awful, and awesome. I think The War will begin within three months. When I say The War, I mean THE War, the one that actually uses nuclear warheads. Ground rush!!

Lilith is on my mind. I considered writing about the return of the goddess. Real feminity has eased itself back into our society, and I suspect that is part of why the whole system is being upset. The phallic missiles, the intellectual properties, the material possessions just aren't good enough anymore.  Daddies want to work part time so they can spend more time with their kids. Did I mention that my little brother, my twenty three year old little brother, is a single father? The goddess is integrating herself within anyone that is open for her. The earth wants to be taken care of. This is not the subservient Eve or the animus possessed Eris (though Eirs is having her fun right now!). This is Lilith. True equality, balance. Not woman dressing up in man's clothes demanding equal pay for equal work, but woman nurturing and intuiting.

Hmmm. Maybe I got the writing juice flowing just now. I gotta go.

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I must be insane.

No, really.

Why else would I decide to take an airplane ride with my almost-one-year-old son...alone?

Oh.
It must be because I love my peeps in FL so much.

Who has the fireworks? I'll be at your house!

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The yuckiest, creepiest, ickiest "where’s Waldo" photo blog ever.

There is one MAJOR drawback to life in the backwoods of Virginia. A MAJOR MAJOR drawback... like, enough to make me want to move (almost).


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You’ve got to be kidding.

I have a confession to make.

Since we moved into this money pit we call home, we've been eating off of paper plates (my insides wince even as I write that!). I use natural cleaning products, chemical-free personal care products, recycled paper towels... I make sure that the containers that Rory eats from are BPA free. We eat organic fruits and veggies most of the time. I buy hormone-free meat. Cage-free eggs.

And paper plates. Oh! the irony!

We've never had matching dishes, and by the time we moved from the apartment, we only had two plates and three bowls left. Out of the original eight plates that we had, two were accidentally broken by other people and one was broken in an explosive argument. The rest were all victims of my notorious klutziness.

I've been lustfully eyeballing a dish set for the past six months at Sam's Club. They're beautiful dishes; a little modern, a little conventional, exciting to look at yet sort of plain. Perfect. The agreement was to use this dish set as a sort of incentive to finish the kitchen. Truth be told, we've gotten terribly lazy in the remodeling/repair work around here. We haven't secured the countertops down to the cabinets or painted the walls. I haven't installed the range hood yet. There's other stuff, but... you get the picture. It's the annoying things that can be overlooked and ignored that are left to do.

Anyway, the months have passed and the work's not been done. The extreme guilt of all the dead trees that we've been eating off of has mounted. I bought the dish set yesterday.

We ate a lovely meal using it last night. The aesthetics added a nice je ne sais quoi. The kids ate their cereal from the bowls this morning. The adults had their coffee from the mugs.

I should mention that we decided to not install the dishwasher because of the waste of energy and water, and because washing dishes is such a meditative process. I normally wash the dishes because 1) I really hate to put up dried dishes 2) I'm not very good at the after-meal cleanup 3) I really enjoy the occasional moments of meditation that pop over me.

So I was washing the new bowls and mugs.
And dropped a mug into our granite sink.

It broke.

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