Archive | June 15, 2006

Musings

My job makes me feel like I’m trapped in a giant Whack – a – Mole Game. I haven’t decided if I’m the Hammer or the Whacker.

Note to self: Self, if you do your hair before you brush your teeth check the battery operated toothbrush for long hairs that escape so you don’t inadvertantly floss with your own hair. Arrghhh!

Why do story ideas come when I can’t do anything about them and where do they go when I can’t write them down. Is there a vortex of story ideas?

The Viking bunny I ordered arrived. I ordered it after the Egyptian – BunniHoTep was ordered???? Kanin is all soft and squishy and currently residing on my desk.

9th Flamekeeper shift

Cill Elder Shift 3 http://www.ordbrighideach.org/index.htm

GENEALOGY OF BRIGIT
The genealogy of the holy maiden Brigit,
Radiant arrow of flame, noble foster-mother of gods,
Brigit the daughter of the Dagda,
Dagda the Good God, the son of Ethlinn,
Ethlinn the daughter of Balor,
Balor the king of the Fomoire.
Every day and every night
That I say the genealogy of Brigit,
I shall not be killed, I shall not be injured,
I shall not be enchanted, I shall not be cursed,
Neither shall my power leave me.
No earth, no sod, no turf shall cover me,
No fire, no sun, no moon shall burn me,
No water, no lake, no sea shall drown me,
No air, no wind, no vapour shall sicken me,
No glamour out of Faery shall o’ertake me,
And I under the protection of the holy maiden,
My gentle foster-mother, my beloved Brigit.

Sloinneadh na Ban-naomh Bride,
Lasair dhealrach oir, muime chorr Chriosda.
Bride nighinn Dughaill duinn,
Mhic Aoidh, mhic Airt, mhic Cuinn,
Mhic Crearair, mhic Cis, mhic Carmaig, mhic Carruinn.
Gach la agus gach oidhche
Ni mi sloinntireachd air Bride,
Cha mharbhar mi, cha spuillear mi,
Cha charcar mi, cha chiurar mi,
Cha mhu dh’ fhagas Criosd an dearmad mi.
Cha loisg teine, grian, no gealach mi,
Cha bhath luin, li, no sala mi,
Cha reub saighid sithich, no sibhich mi,
Is mi fo chomaraig mo Naomh Muire
Is i mo chaomh mhuime Bride.