In an effort to blog more . . .

. . . I'm going to set a goal of writing at least a small something every day.

Today, my friend Erika helped me get out of bed. She's one of my best friends here, but we never get to see each other because of our schedules. She'd had her coffee before coming over, so she was bouncing off the walls. I had taken a Lortab before going to bed, so I was not bouncing off the walls. We still have a good time.

I did a meditation over the phone with a friend to discover one of my animal guides. With the meditation, the first animal you see is supposed to be your birth totem unless it appears in some kind of unusual way -- like last time I did this, the animal I saw was not in front of me but approached from behind and on the right, so therefore he is my right totem, the protector of my masculine energies.

Today, I saw two animals. The first peeked out at me from the forest but withdrew when I showed such surprise at seeing him. He eventually came back out after I relaxed. I'm not sure this animal is my birth totem because of him pulling back and hiding, but then again, he could've pulled back because I essentially rejected him. The more I think about it, though, the more I think this guy might be quite fitting. He's unusual, not what anyone would expect to see. I'm unusual (oh hush, KM), and I like to think I'm not what people would expect. So why not Walrus?

The second animal was a bald eagle who perched directly overhead -- my above totem. When I returned to my cave, the "me" space we use to start the meditation, both Walrus and Eagle came with me. Walrus went down for a swim, and Eagle perched above the cave entrance. Inside was my friend from my last meditation -- Lion, curled up and looking quite lazy and content.

Afterwards, my ex-roommate came over to help me use the restroom and make lunch. She showed me some of her pictures from her Ireland trip. She even gave me three -- one slightly blurry night scene of Dublin, a cemetary shot with a Celtic cross headstone central, and a country bridge over tannin-stained water.

I was supposed to interview a potential attendant, but she never showed. I can't remember if I was supposed to call her to tell her when to come over or if we truly had decided on 2:30 or 3:00. Either way, I fell asleep and stayed that way from about 3:15 until 5:45 when Marlo called me to open the gate. My neck hurts now.

After a supper of chicken breast sauted in pesto and mixed with penne and alfredo sauce, I watched an episode of "Highlander" and since have futzed around on the computer. Or is that phutzed? ::shrugs::

I leave you tonight with this. Five more days! ::hums Indy theme::