Little Black Dot

well,
here we are again.
just like yesterday.
the only difference between this night and last is
lastnight, collage, and this one,
needlepoint.
my fatigue is more readily visible in threadwork.
in other words, yes, i'm a hundred inside
and i should at least attempt a corresponding bedtime.
i know this.

but

I AM HAVING THE BEST TIME RIGHT NOW.
once, in the spring, a little otter told me,
chels, i think you're going to have a funny little summer.
and i said, little otter,
i think you're right.
and i wouldn't say this is what i hoped for, exactly,
because i wasn't really hoping for anything in particular
and so for that reason, this right now exceeds all my expectations
because there were none

(a key)

also noteworthy:
last night i had a dream in which all my people were present
at a big hors d'oeuvres party (specially you, blue) and this night,
thanks to spirit guide rem time and some subsequent research i've been doing,
i had a huge important revelation about my star of david pendant.
that tree inside it?
um, yeah.
it's the qabalah.