Mahre. Contact me.

Jen, your email is bouncing back and so is Shas'  Please email me at regular account to either test to see if it works or to send new addie. Thanks! :)

Te han grrls---hope you all enjoyed the supermoon the other night! :) It was a wee bit cloudy here, but then the clouds grew thin enough and it was all misty and lovely.  Anyhow, hope all is well with all of you. Take care mahre, you are always in my heart. :)

Yeah, as I suspected, not even one new comment. You are all hot air and no substance. YOU, little troll, are the one who has NO idea, YOU are the one who knows very little. They tried to force you to join their coven cause they were just SO desperate to have you, is that right? What a load of BS! You are a troll. You act like a troll. You have a little tiny bit of information about my sisters and I, most of which is WRONG. You use it and try to bully with threats and rudeness, and when you realize I have no fear, only disgust for you, you try to be polite. When I challenge your dribble of words, you turn tail and runaway. Coward.
Smartest thing you've done all week.
So quit sneaking back and lurking, and reading. Do you not know that I KNOW you have been here? Idiot!

Marrd du Alban mahre!  :)  Sukvha heyr.
xxxoooo

On second thought I think I'll keep this up mie su mahre.  :)  Things just got interesting.
Cy ydd dhan'n kreynhan. Lil Troll . . .

I'm considering deleting this blog.  Are any of you still coming here?

And I would search everywhere
Just to hear your call,
And walk upon stranger roads than this one
In a world I used to know before.
For now I've lost everything,
I give to you my soul.
The meaning of all that I believed before
Escapes me in this world of none,
I miss you more.

--Genesis

I miss Malene.  I miss all of you. I keep writing this post and then deleting and writing and then deleting.  I hate sounding so "poor poor me." I'm a fifty one year old adult last I checked.  Hell with it. Its late, I'm going to bed.  Just nice to say it, even if to the empty electronic air.  How could any of you possibly understand what I feel? You have your familys, tradition, and surrounded by the wonders you have been privy to all your lives.  Distance and time mean nothing to any of you, you can "reach out and touch" one another in an instant.

Mie Mahre, marrd du Alban.
Na'an Mahre, na'an nos. :(
Myll vharn.
Te han sirrn. xxxoooo

It's been very long since I posted here and now the only reason I am doing so is an attempt to contact mie mahre. Miss you!!!!!!!! Stars above girls, write me, will you?

Should I stay or should I go now?
If I go there could be trouble,
if I stay there could be double,
So ya gotta let me know
Should I stay or should I go?

Hmmmm---Actually, I think I should go.
Just need some info---trying to make plans, organize. Need to know what needs to be done.
Sent email.

Qi Mahre,

Hope all is well, healing, and mending. Looking forward to when we can visit again. Blessings to all of you and sweet dreams.
Ghaven dear mahre.

I have started and deleted this post many times.
First I was excited by the upcoming visit, and now I am completely cut off with no way to get a hold of anyone except by emails that are unanswered, and I don't even know why.
Talk about the extreme opposites.
I feel as if I am being childish somehow by how I am feeling and writing it, but all of this has been very painful for me.
It's been over a month now.

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The wind, blowing through the leaves of the trees, a good wind, with good energy. Did you ever notice how that sound of wind brushing leaves, is the same as waves crashing on a shore of an ocean?

Its been far too long since I saw the ocean. I want to take my kids there, for it isn't until you have personally seen and felt the ocean, that you can understand the sheer vastness of it. Words fall short of describing it.

So I close my eyes and listen to the wind and let it take me to the oceanside, to a beach where none is present save me and a few gulls.

here a twit, there a twit

So, there's this person. And this person commented on a vid made by a sister. And this person was rude and condescending, she implied that making the video was an evil act and mocked my friend. When a few of us responded to her nonsense, she took it upon herself to send each of us a copy of this huge email she wrote, replying to our comments.
I had thought I had gotten to the point on the 'tube that the opinions of strangers about me really have no effect on me. They're strangers. Why should I care? But this--I guess it was how she talked to my sisters that really angered me. Mocking, condescending, strutting about using her vocabulary as if she were trying to convince us(and herself) how amazingly intelligent she is and also trying to prove(with links) how so much more physically beautiful she is than any of us. Did any of US do MODELING?? As if we really cared, for heaven's sake. And also, quoting her husband as if he were a messenger of God, and that we should swoon at his feet as she undoubtedly dose. I wonder what will happen when she realizes he's human? His O-so-wise-words regarding us and our spirituality was SO off the mark, it was pathetic. So much for his credibility.
She so spoke out of turn and was so damn insulting to my mahre that I admit, I was offended. Very offended. Want to write a scathing response and push her face into it offended.
I wonder what the MGs think about it? Would they say--okay Lynn, calm down, who cares what this loudmouth says? She's a bimbo. A moron.
Yes true. But I still really, really want to shove her face into it!

Ahhhh, that felt gooooood.

Stars on thars

So, I've been thinking about and missing Malene a lot lately, so what do I see in my tea cup yesterday? Uh huh. You guessed it. No I didn't take a picture of it. Sometimes, it is just best to keep it in my mind. :) In fact, to be honest, I saw a smiley in two tea cups. You see I make my tea in one cup, to get the amount of water just right, and brew it. Then when I want to use my big blueberry cup, I just pour it in. Otherwise, it never comes out right. So when I came back to make a second cup of tea, I used both cups and there was one in each. And just to clue you in on how lame I am at trusting what I see and trusting it actually *means* something, I wanted even *more* of a sign that it was her, know what I mean? I even apologize to the air---sorry I am so lame! And sorry I miss you, it's selfish.

So this morning, after not getting hardly any sleep and after being under the weather for about a week, plus taking care of my kids who were out ; one all week, one two days, from school with a donw andout virus, and my husband who hasn't been healthy since October 2nd, and has really been sick for two weeks off and on and --am I distracted? NNOOOOOooooo.

Where was I??

Oh yeah, this morning. I went out into the kitchen and started stacking the dirty dishes. I picked up my coffee cup from yesterday(yes coffee cup, I had that AND tea), and glanced in it and there was this star on the bottom, formed from the bit of coffee. Hey cool, a pentagram, I thought in a daze. Looked closer, no, too many points. Hmmm, the star like the mahre use? I counted thepoints (Now don't laugh. I said I was out of it) Oh six. Nooo, that's not right, theirs has more than that. Sure a pretty star though . . .

Meanwhile, hours and hours later . . .I actually went to a few channels to see if anyone was around, see what was up and I eventually noticed the amount of points on the star on the pages.

Oookaaayyy. Something trying to tell me someone? Just call me Miss delerious. I sure hope I sleep through the night. Part of it was my fault, last night. I wear a CPAP mask at night for sleep apnea and you know? I am SICK of it and just couldn't get myself to put it on. So naturally, my body, needing to breath, silly it, woke me up so many times until I finally got the darn mask on. And I was just relaxing, falling to sleep when I heard a plaintive soft cry: "mmmoooommmmyyyy??"
I did get to sleep finally.

Just going through a difficult time on so many levels I'm surprised my brain hasn't imploded. But hey! I am amazon woman!

To mie mahre that I wrote emails to, I sincerely hope that they weren't as scrambled as my brain was when I wrote them. And I also hope I'm not as big a pain in the ass as I fear I am. I really don't want to complicate your lives, and I'm sorry that I have.

On a lighter note I am trying to get together some more recent pictures of me and my family to send out to you. :)

Brain is fading, gotta quit blogging and go bedding.

If there is a blank post below this, just ignore it. Was feeling bad the other night, needed some attention. Ack. Time to erase!!