Archive | April 12, 2006

While I’m on the theme and because Shelley posed this question too.

My favourite sounds, also in no particular order:

Music, particularly things I have sung or can sing along with.
Friend’s voices
a push lawn mower on a summer day
my grandmother’s voice
Cam’s voice
crickets if they aren’t in the house somewhere I can’t get at them
rain
our camp’s lake and fish jumping
women’s voices singing,especially lullabyes in the dark
storytelling
a car engine with no problems
my cat’s purr or her chirping at me
birdsong
crows
squirrels
wind in trees
streams
natural quiet
The sound of a man’s voice through his chest if he’s hugging you
Deep men’s voices singing
bagpipes
massed highland pipes
a round when it is spot on perfectly sung

This is sort of off. There are only 2 questions that deal with SAD and the only reason I mentioned winter was it was my least favourite out of the 4. Weird. Dysthymia, no big surprise there especially in the midst of grief.

Disorder Your Score
Major Depression: Very Slight
Dysthymia: Slight-Moderate
Bipolar Disorder: Very Slight
Cyclothymia: Very Slight
Seasonal Affective Disorder: Slight-Moderate
Postpartum Depression: N/A
Take the Depression Test

At the workshop on metaphor in ritual and sympathetic magic we were asked to to say our favourite smell among other things. I have tremendous trouble choosing my favourite thing in any category. I like too many things. One colour? One book? One movie? One anything? There are too many lovely things to appreciate in the world. Maybe it’s because I’m a gemini or have sensory ADD but no way.

So here is a list of my favourite smells, in no particular order:

Bacon, popcorn or coffee in the AM. I love the smell of coffee and I hate the taste.
Freshly mown grass
potting soil
fallen leaves in fall
snow
spring wind
the ocean
my grandmother’s solid perfume (it smelled green)
Cam’s old tshirts
violets
lavendar
amber
osmanthus
lemons
the Angeles National Forest
incense cedars
my healing & Treesong incense
old books
my friends
fresh baked bread
cinnamon
Hot glass and hot silver – forge smells
my kitty when she hasn’t just been in her box
First morning of the Ren Faire
redwoods
tangerines
roses
And probably oh, so many others