'Underneath'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I remember reading, long time ago in a forgotten book, about a woman who went to her teacher saying that she'd lost her love for Krishna. The teacher asked her what she did love. She said she loved her little nephew more than life. The teacher said, In your love of your nephew you will find Krishna.
Anyway, I think that, if God is love/a loving creator, whatever you love can lead you to him.
Ok, in shallow news, I am now calling the doctor to beg, plead, wail (nicely) for The Sleep Drug That Works.
Wish me luck!
ETA: Aaaand, after waiting all weekend to make this call, I leave a voice mail. Oh. Yay.
Good luck, Erin!
Much ~ma for Perkins this morning.
Ah, not a GPS. If you don't have a GPS, you look for a map. If no map, the sun. If no sun, the moss on trees. Or memory. Or a compass. Or ask someone.
Seriously, have I mentioned? You are awesome.
Much surgery ~ma to Perkins!
May the move go smoothly, Seska.
Surgery~ma, Perkins and best possible findings~ma!
Seska, moving~ma for your and TG.
I don't see God/ess as The Being Who Makes Good Things Happen, but more The Ultimate Shoulder to Cry On. S/he's got my back (but does occasionally delay the bus that extra two minutes that lets me catch it instead of having to wait an hour).
aw, smonster, you make me blush!
Ok, still haven't heard back from dr. This is not at all unreasonable, except that I will be damned if I let the sun set on me not having a script that works. I want my life back on track, dammit, and I wanted it Friday.
Bleargh.
lots of ~ma for Perkins