Midsummer (solstice, whatever you like to call it) doesn't mean a whole lot to me. I have nothing, except our own barbecue and the bonfires on the West Coast (for "Saint John". Uh-huh) to attach to it. Nevertheless, I woke up at a couple of minutes before five this morning, fully and certainly aware that today is it, or rather, that last night was the shortest night. And then I went back to sleep and dreamt something bizarre about it snowing at Midsummer - fine, powdery Finnish snow - and Lucius Malfoy interrupting my careful experiment to find out why. On the whole, considering that yesterday I dropped more implements of paganism on my right instep than it was happy with, I think something is trying to tell me something. You, dear reader, can choose "Drew's subconscious" or "the Gods", as you yourself are inclined; I know which one I'm going for.
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And I wish I could, choose either. But I simply don't understand what you are saying here. Is there more, posted elsewhere? Or are we just supposed to try to figure you out, for oursleves? I admit, I need more..............
But, I wish you well. And hope the instep recovers quickly. :)
Ohhhhhhhhh! A Brain Brightness comes upon me! Do you mean that dropping things on your instep, was either your subconscious or the Gods, telling you something? Duhhhh... I suppose that's what you meant. But......... What is the message? Regardless of who is sending it to you... What is the message? :)
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