Now, this was interesting. Not certainly what I would have guessed, although I'm not certain I know what I would have guessed...very interesting...


You are one of the few out there whose wings are
truly ANGELIC. Selfless, powerful, and
divine, you are one blessed with a certain
cosmic grace. You are unequalled in
peacefulness, love, and beauty. As a Being of
Light your wings are massive and a soft white
or silver. Countless feathers grace them and
radiate the light within you for all the world
to see. You are a defender, protector, and
caretaker. Comforter of the weak and forgiver
of the wrong, chances are you are taken
advantage of once in awhile, maybe quite often.
But your innocence and wisdom sees the good in
everyone and so this mistreatment does not make
you colder. Merciful to the extreme, you will
try to help misguided souls find themselves and
peace. However not all Angelics allow
themselves to be gotten the better of - the
Seraphim for example will be driven to fighting
for the sake of Justice and protection of those
less powerful. Congratulations - and don't ever
change - the world needs more people like you.


*~*~*Claim Your Wings - Pics and Long Answers*~*~*
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Almost weekend, almost time to go home...

And apparently I'm going to wind up with a new laptop, or at least, so we're hoping. The old Dell (which has been a faithful companion for lo! these three years and more) just isn't up to the tasks being asked of it. It's simply inadequate to the processing power needed to run the software I need - and I need to run the software even though I'm working on client-owned machines most of the time, because sometimes we're going to need to take things home and I can't be hamstrung if that happens.

So the request is in; it was all taken care of very quickly for Geoff, so I can only hope that they're as quick and efficient for me. Keep a good thought...

Good morning, and welcome to the week! See my response to a comment on a post a couple days ago for a catch-up on what I did this weekend (which was mostly nothing).

( crazy driving )

So that's about it for the moment; type to y'all later.

Gonna be a pretty busy day, but here's today's "placeholder" for the collection of any messages you may want to pass to me during the day. Certainly a unique and unusual way to use this service, but I'm all for any way to stay in touch with the outside world.
kls

...that means this is a way to get a message to me occasionally during the day. It's not speedy; don't expect an immediate response. But I'll try to post at least some kind of "hello, world" each morning to which one may attach comments...there are ways and ways and ways, if one is creative and persistent and determined.

I keep taking these little quizzes - 'cause they're fun - and then I keep saving the text to post "later." I just discovered the earliest one, from about a week after I started this LJ. Now, what I find interesting is that I looked quickly and thought I'd somehow failed to capture to whole result, so I followed the link and took it again. Very interesting results....

From March 8, 2003
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The result on March 8 for which tarot card I am is High Priestess.

What it says about the High Priestess is this:
Spiritual enlightenment, inner illumination, hidden power. Link between seen and unseen. Balance of positive and negative forces. Receptivity. Unseen guidance.
A young woman sits on a throne holding a scroll labeled "Tora" meaning "law." On her breast is the sign of the meeting of heaven and earth, the Maltese cross. Her crown is the full orb supported by horns, the crown of the Mother Goddess Isis, who rules all things changeable, shown by the moon at her feet. Her power, upon which her throne rests, derives from the creative principle of duality, shown by the two pillars of light and darkness. To those who know and love her she dispenses the sweet fruit of the world itself, symbolized by the pomegranates.

From November 14, 2003
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My result from November of 2003 was The Fool.

And what it says about the Fool is this:
Undirected Creative Force. Open, receptive, devoid of pre-conceived notions. Beginnings.
A young man holding the white rose of innocence in his left hand and grasping a vagabond's staff and satchel in the other, wanders with his gaze to the heaves, about to step into and abyss. His is the transformative journey of the spirit from innocence through experience into wisdom. his guardian and friend is the white dog symbolizing his own puppy-like trust and faith, for which the world labels him The Fool.
Which tarot card are you?

Now, what's most interesting is that as near as I can tell, the sole difference in my responses to the quiz was whether I "identify with" masculinity or femininity. Very, very interesting.

So I've been feeling a bit depressed; this should hardly be surprising. I've been living on the road - away from my husband, my cats, my choir, my parish, my monastery (I use "my" here in the loosest possible sense)...I've even been away from my parish-away-from-my-parish here in Atlanta, what with one thing and another. And I was sitting here not wanting to do anything, not enjoying even work that I used to love...

And I've been talking with people about it, and we've been looking at it from various angles, trying to figure out whether this was merely situational or whether it might be biochemical...and my counselor points out that I'm pretty much isolated from all the things that usually feed me (see list above)...

So I'm sitting in the airport yesterday morning, preparing to return to work, and I'm not really just thrilled to be getting on a plane in changing weather (which usually means a bumpy ride)...and I figure, I should probably read Matins, not just skate through the readings for the day. So I read Matins, starting with the prayer of intention before the Daily Office in which I asked for strength and peace and whatever I need to get through this, and including the psalms (albeit the psalms for Mondays...I'm so used to returning to Atlanta on Monday mornings that if I'm flying to Atlanta, it must be Monday)...and I start to feel a little better.

I get on the plane, and we get to 10,000 feet so we can use CD players, so I listen to the recording of Beethoven's 9th Symphony made at the fall of the Berlin Wall in 1989, where they substituted "Freiheit!" (Freedom) for "Freude!" (Joy) in the choral movement. And it's so gorgeous it gives me goosepimples. It makes me cry, but in a good way. And I feel a little more better.

And by the time I get here, I'm at least energized enough to accomplish something. I can move again. It still mostly sucks, but I can stand it; I can cope with it, at least for the moment - one moment, one hour, one day at a time. It seems silly to find this astonishing...but it is somewhat amazing, and just a little on the scary side. I mean, not to have thought of that...friend of mine said via IM: "picturing one of the monks doing the I-should-have-had-a-V8 forehead slap." Exactly.

This was nearly a flame, a couple weeks ago. Several of you who know me and read this regularly (well, as regularly as I write it, anyway) will be wondering why nothing ever went up about the web site insanity. The answer is basically because while it was happening, there was no time to write about it, and now that it's pretty much over, the urgency to vent has passed...well, maybe not entirely. See below (note that it's a long story; that's why it's divided into not just one but four separate cuts; so you've been adequately warned). And I've tacked on a little bit of musing about one of my favorite sports to watch...and that's pretty much what's going on right now.

( The backstory )

( The mission )

( The pain in the... )

( The end of the matter )

( And then there's baseball... )

( And then there's Fox... )

( And another thing: God Bless America )

Saw this in a friend's LJ and simply had to try it. Her reading level was 9th grade, BTW. Sigh...guess I'm not such an intellectual as I thought. Except...if this is my writing level, how come the adults my own age with whom I work frequently have difficulty comprehending my writing...oh, sorry. Silly question...
kls

klsiegel's Flesch-Kincaid Grade Level: 8
Average number of words per sentence:	18.54
Average number of syllables per word:	1.41
Total words in sample:	9196
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