Marinkel *'s blog/

but we know them

they wander between us

like electricity

walking up to an impressively large building with an artsy banner near the portal ...

m says : this must be a museum !

k responds : yes, it's the louvre...

silly me. must have left my rose colored ring on the old garden table in grandmother's apple orchard. and though it has now come upon us the hour of the sun's descent when all the wasps gather inside the rotten apple caverns on the ground i must run quickly through the garden gate with the setting sunrays blinding my eyes. the sweet scent of ripe fruits greets me and i hop from grassy island to grassy island, by a mere miracle avoiding the violent stings from the hungry insects. and amongst the branches of the apple trees i catch a glimpse of glittering jewels that are encased on the ring once belonging to my mother. my small hand reaches for it but before it can get a hold of the heirloom a strong hand grips around my wrist and violently pulls me in another direction. a giant of which i can only see the silhouette against the dying sun is slowly squeezing my arm between his fingers and i see nothing more. pink apple blossoms whirl around me and before i lose consciousness i begin to wonder why there are blossoms in the middle of a hot summer night...

...pours, as the saying goes.

so what did i do after i wrote last night's blog about to go out on a girls' night in ? i drop my laptop on the floor. une catastrophe. the usb cable that connects my camera to the computer got stuck in the chair and made me lose my grip as i was carrying it back to my room. the battery fell out. so i pushed it back in, flipped it around, pressed the power button and.... nothing.

losing my grip.

i've been meaning to lose my computer, once i left it on the train but someone returned it. then the motherboard died last summer. and now? i don't know... i hope to recover the data on it, all my photos i have done since i moved to paris, i have not backed up on my external harddrive, yes yes, stupid me. maybe it is like a cat and has nine lives. or it is time for a new one.

but looking outside the sun is shining so brightly, i cannot frown. i'm a clown. :o)

make your own rhyme of it if you will...

today's tarot card:

"The High Priestess is the mysterious one and counterpart to the Magician. She symbolizes all that we are unable to perceive or comprehend, as she travels in dimensions that we can only imagine exist. She is able to uncover the infinite potential that exists within all humans. Her patience is perhaps her greatest virtue."

is the one i draw most often... i need to get my mind around the idea that patience could be my greatest virtue too... and to uncover the infinite potential to be my greatest task.

a reading anyone?