Just a Post

I really wanted to be in a more introspective typing mood, but I'm not. I do want to update, though, although it's not the update I had in mind. A lot going on, although a great deal of it more of the same I cryptically alluded to in my last entry, detailed somewhat more fully elsewhere, for those of you who have that link, although that's certainly not up to date, either. It's amazing to me how much complete and total breakdowns create (bring out?) strength and beauty.

I haven't read LJ in months. I have no idea what's going on in people's lives, and part of me wants to apologize for that, and part of me thinks there should be no need. Clearly, I haven't made it a priority, and that's my choice, and that's OK. But, I think, in the end, it's because it's not a choice I'm proud of, and one I always regret. As of yet, though, I haven't changed that behavior (or lack thereof), so I feel like I'm selling you guys short, or not honoring you enough, and for that, I do apologize. You're in my thoughts, often. Nights like last night remind me of that more and more. In the end, it's not any of you I need to apologize to, but to myself, for not honoring my own needs for connection. That being said, I have heard through the grapevine that Isarma and JupiterCornwall have welcomed Declan's little brother, whose name I won't mispell here. :) Congratulations, and the most loving of well-wishes. I had a dream about you...

The party last night was lovely. I'm not going to get into name-dropping here, mostly because that would take too long. I actually dearly love name-dropping in LJ. :) I also can't possibly remember everyone's LJ names, especially the new people. I'd like to thank the hosts, and the artists who used me as their canvas, and the photographers who captured the event. Please send me whatever official paperwork you need to bookofmirrors(at)livejournal(dot)com, and I'll be happy to follow up on that. For the record (although this probably has no legal weight), everything is fair game, as long as I'm referenced. I'm an attention whore like that. :) I'll return the favor.

I'm not going to talk about the party today, either. Maybe later. I do know that, as the hot water and soap did their work this morning, I looked down on the soft pink expanse of my skin with sadness, missing the colors, the outlines, the beauty that had been gifted to me there. The henna remains, of course, a beautiful reminder of a beautiful experience, and I smile when I see it. I am, I realize, extremely grateful for the experiment of the imitive style, for I can be reminded of two people when I see it, not just one. And, of course, then I remember all of it.

Anyway, I'm going to sign off. I just want all of you to know how grateful I am to have all of you in my life. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.