Don't mind me, I am odd.
Dec. 24th, 2012 09:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
brightlotusmoonIt turns out that I love Bombay Sapphire gin paired with fruit juice. Like, really love it. It smells like spiced rubbing alcohol, but somehow I love it.
Well, then.
I mean, there is no way ever I could drink a lot of it because the cerebral palsy already makes me weird and off balance.
But I suppose the next time I go to a bar, that would be my drink. Bombay Sapphire with cranberry or pomegranate juice. Is that already a named drink? I don't know these things.
All I know is that right now I'm drinking that gin with the juice from canned peaches and it is lovely. And it helps clear up my sore throat.
I keep having dreams in which I am followed by butterflies made from lepidolite, purple tourmaline, kyanite, and lapis lazuli. I run through a wide, shallow, muddy field of pink and purple lotus flowers. I never get anywhere, and gradually the mud slows me down as it flows around my ankles. I feel peaceful and satisfied. I have complete faith that everything will be fine. In my hand appears a rough wand of cognac amber. I clutch it and it glows brighter and brighter. Some of the butterflies are in front of me while others stay behind me, always guiding me... somewhere. The only thing I see is sunset and the amber glow in my hand. In my other hand is a beaded bracelet of citrine. It makes me laugh and laugh. I start dancing, and the flowers and butterflies whirl along. But I never reach any destination, and the gentle mud seeps into my skin, infused with lotus oils, soothing the worst of my pains. I keep laughing; I cannot stop laughing. Abruptly, I spin and fall backwards into mud and flowers, shouting joy, and colors of every taste and sound fall around me. I cry as I laugh and I am filled with both pain and peace until I don't feel my body. I become part of it all, and I feel nothing, I feel everything, I feel ME.
I am the universe and the universe is me.
It could be the gin and the painkillers, who knows...
Well, then.
I mean, there is no way ever I could drink a lot of it because the cerebral palsy already makes me weird and off balance.
But I suppose the next time I go to a bar, that would be my drink. Bombay Sapphire with cranberry or pomegranate juice. Is that already a named drink? I don't know these things.
All I know is that right now I'm drinking that gin with the juice from canned peaches and it is lovely. And it helps clear up my sore throat.
I keep having dreams in which I am followed by butterflies made from lepidolite, purple tourmaline, kyanite, and lapis lazuli. I run through a wide, shallow, muddy field of pink and purple lotus flowers. I never get anywhere, and gradually the mud slows me down as it flows around my ankles. I feel peaceful and satisfied. I have complete faith that everything will be fine. In my hand appears a rough wand of cognac amber. I clutch it and it glows brighter and brighter. Some of the butterflies are in front of me while others stay behind me, always guiding me... somewhere. The only thing I see is sunset and the amber glow in my hand. In my other hand is a beaded bracelet of citrine. It makes me laugh and laugh. I start dancing, and the flowers and butterflies whirl along. But I never reach any destination, and the gentle mud seeps into my skin, infused with lotus oils, soothing the worst of my pains. I keep laughing; I cannot stop laughing. Abruptly, I spin and fall backwards into mud and flowers, shouting joy, and colors of every taste and sound fall around me. I cry as I laugh and I am filled with both pain and peace until I don't feel my body. I become part of it all, and I feel nothing, I feel everything, I feel ME.
I am the universe and the universe is me.
It could be the gin and the painkillers, who knows...
