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I was thinking of trying to compile a "Best of Lizardek" list but I'm unsure where to start. Do you have a favorite post of mine that you could recommend to the list? Just to get me started? Since I've been writing in this journal for about 2 years, I ought to have SOME stuff worthy of mention.

October has grabbed Autumn by the throat and shaken her back and forth, leaving her limp and leafless. For weeks we enjoyed apple-crisp days of unmarred blue skies, sunshine and stillness. The leaves turned slowly, illuminating every grove, and as slowly fell, puddling around the trees' feet in fluffy rings. Now, after a week of October's Mr Hyde face, the leaves are scattered and still whirling, leaving bare branches against a grey sky. The dangling, manic doubloons of the ash trees whirl madly, at the end of their wits. Birds whistle and call to each other, "Escape! Escape!" and fly south. There's been ice twice in the frosty mornings, and while the fog has gone, the grey has settled, leaving everything feeling damp and drizzled.

I feel a bit damp and drizzled myself, still caught in the phlegmy clutches of this cold. I'm grateful that it's not the kind of cold that settles in the head, stopping my nose and breath...this one is gravelled in my throat. It's had me down for the count most of the day, drowsing under blankets and slurping chicken soup. I feel tired and slow and stupid, wrapped in cotton wool. Reading Pope Joan and doing crossword puzzles when I feel lucid enough, otherwise it feels right to let this illness burn its way out at its own pace instead of trying to hurry it. We don't have much planned for this weekend; that helps.

There are 3 perfect green globe artichokes in the refrigerator. The fat-bellied buddha of a spaghetti squash sits benignly on the kitchen counter. The kids are whirling like dervishes in the middle of the living room. I can hear Anders opening the bathroom cabinet. It would be quiet except for the constant commentary the kids narrate their every action with. They are living soundtracks of their own lives. They're whirling with their hands up, with their hands out, with their hands down. They only whirl in one direction; right. Do we always twirl in the direction of our dominant hands? I would get up and whirl to test my theory and see if I whirl leftwards, but am afraid of falling down with this artificially-cold-medicine-emptied head. The kids are making me dizzy.
mood: drained
music: the whiff whiff whiff of Martin's corduroy pants

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I don't do the favorites/memories thing in LJ. I messed up the first time I tried, and never went back to it. Having said that though, if I did, mine would be filled up with you! I love your beautiful descriptive analysis of nature and activities. I especially LOVE the stories and anecdotes you tell from your past~ your best friend, you old sweetheart, your grandparents home, your last paragraph.

2~ dervishes whirl in one direction as a spiritual practice

3~ hope your cold is better

1) you're too sweet, thank you. *smooch*
2) do they do the same direction every time? Or do they switch depending on something?
3) it's getting there, but not yet gone. :)

2~same direction

My mom replied to your question on this post (further down), the one titled "Nothig Buch to Say"

Re: "And I have had people comment that I was doing so".

Yes, I usually spin with hands outstretched - palms down - 21 spins. Often I do it a second or third time - during the morning yoga practice.
According to Kelder's book - "Ancient Secret of the Fountain of Youth"- the whirling dervishes always spun in one direction- left to right and that the older ones were virile, strong and robust- more than others their age. But there is also a devasting effect from their excess spinning because it overstimulates the chakras until exhausted. The effect is of first accelerating the flow of life energy - and then blocking it. This build-up & tear-down action causes them to have a kind of psychic rush- mistaken for something spiritual. You are just supposed to do it long enough to stimulate the vortexes into action.


That was me- Lizardmom

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