Nzinga was born with her umbilical cord around her neck and survived. It was a belief that these children would grow up to be proud, haughty, and headstrong individuals.
If there is any more proof needed, y'all can all go ear your livers out in jealousy. We are the chosen few. :}
28 December 2011
17 December 2011
Dreams
Dreams are supposedly the subconscious purging itself of excess information... but I ust find them strange. I actually don't like remembering my dreams. I had a particularly strange one last night, and it's left me a bit... hmm. Well, I sneer as I write this, so maybe upset is a good word to fill in this particular blank.
I used to have this recurring dream in my childhood where I was at the daycare center I used to go to when my family lived in Alaska. I would be sitting on the streetlamp of the abandoned area and repeatedly, throughout the night, fall off the light and right before I hit the ground I would be on top of the light again and falling. All. Night. Long. It only kindled the fear I had of heights and ti be subjected to this night after night....
I used to have another dream where my mother would be killed by a stampede much like Mufasa was in The Lion King. That was the only dream of my childhood that I actually went o my mother's room in teas for.
I used to have a lot of dreams where I was running from people, usually white men, and just couldn't run fast enough to get away. I always woke up before anything physical happened though.
And now I mostly have hodgepodge dreams. I remember snatches of them, but it's nothing worth recording, or so I believe.
I do, however, sometimes have dreams that are premonitions. Those are always interesting. One of them recently came to pass, and it was weeks before I remembered it. In dreams like these, I really wonder how much is actual foresight, and how much is self-fulfilling prophecy. I feel that recently my belief in the supernatural has waned.
I used to have this recurring dream in my childhood where I was at the daycare center I used to go to when my family lived in Alaska. I would be sitting on the streetlamp of the abandoned area and repeatedly, throughout the night, fall off the light and right before I hit the ground I would be on top of the light again and falling. All. Night. Long. It only kindled the fear I had of heights and ti be subjected to this night after night....
I used to have another dream where my mother would be killed by a stampede much like Mufasa was in The Lion King. That was the only dream of my childhood that I actually went o my mother's room in teas for.
I used to have a lot of dreams where I was running from people, usually white men, and just couldn't run fast enough to get away. I always woke up before anything physical happened though.
And now I mostly have hodgepodge dreams. I remember snatches of them, but it's nothing worth recording, or so I believe.
I do, however, sometimes have dreams that are premonitions. Those are always interesting. One of them recently came to pass, and it was weeks before I remembered it. In dreams like these, I really wonder how much is actual foresight, and how much is self-fulfilling prophecy. I feel that recently my belief in the supernatural has waned.
02 December 2011
Mistake
Sometimes it feels like sabotage. A person dislikes you and is petty enough to go to extreme means to take you down.
Ok, I'm exaggerating. But still, mistakes can be lethal, especially when it includes gluten mistakes. I know a few celiacs, and I messing around with gluten is not a joke. And when I am the one selling goods that I believe are wheat-free and actually are not, that have have horrible results for the people who purchase them. And naturally the trail can be traced back t me, rather an the actual source, who mi-slabelled the products.
It's just really frustrating when people aren't clear, and I take the fall because I'm the medium between the two parties. Which leads me to how important it is to have clear and open communication, which hasn't been occurring between me and said individual. Two more weeks though and I'm well shot of them. I wish it was permanently. Maybe they would fall off the face of the Earth and I would be able to move about freely, sans static?
Ah well, it's nice to hope. :)
Ok, I'm exaggerating. But still, mistakes can be lethal, especially when it includes gluten mistakes. I know a few celiacs, and I messing around with gluten is not a joke. And when I am the one selling goods that I believe are wheat-free and actually are not, that have have horrible results for the people who purchase them. And naturally the trail can be traced back t me, rather an the actual source, who mi-slabelled the products.
It's just really frustrating when people aren't clear, and I take the fall because I'm the medium between the two parties. Which leads me to how important it is to have clear and open communication, which hasn't been occurring between me and said individual. Two more weeks though and I'm well shot of them. I wish it was permanently. Maybe they would fall off the face of the Earth and I would be able to move about freely, sans static?
Ah well, it's nice to hope. :)
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