Like the Seasons, All Things Eventually Change

Like leaves on the breeze, Into the Inkpot may be following the direction of the wind. A little voice keeps speaking to me. It says that I need to build something bigger.

Soon, there may be a new face to Into the Inkpot. I may be taking us all to a private domain name. Hopefully, things will go well.

If not, we always have Blogger.

If I am not posting and commenting as much as usual, don’t fret. I’ll be near. I’ll just be tweaking codes and building pixel mountains.

(Unless a bookcase falls upon me. Right, Rolando?)

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I welcome the following bloggers: Mikkers, Jon, Sunshine, Keeyit, and Chyt! I look forward to knowing you all better!

The Serpent and the Suns

"I do it so it feels like hell.
I do it so it feels real.
I guess you could say I've a call."
Sylvia Plath, “Lady Lazarus”

The blood. That is what I remember most. The thick blood that curled out of my flesh like an eager worm. Marinating in the fluid. The fat, twisted clot that coiled around my legs like vines of ivy. That serpent whose name I still can not recall, but whose foul breath I could never forget. Aching as though the moist earth would be its salvation, it crept along the smoothness of my thigh, the curve of my calf. Still farther, until it reached the still of the earth, rooting my being to eternity.

The canyon, carved deep by the hands of time, spilled rivers of life. Salvation, a salvation cast down to savages, fed nourishment into the canyon. Thus, merriment could fill the void in nature. Thus, life could rise up from the riverbeds and beauty could inherit all that was once the territory of agony.

I, finding sanctuary in the canyon, bed down each night in the comfort of the rippling river. I fashioned a blindfold of leaves. I drank only of the river. I ate only of the fish that swam inside.

But the serpent, knowing all to well of my dependence on the river, would spatter spit and venom in my face each night. While I slept, I dreamt of my river flowing into tributaries that would eventually meet a red sea. A sea where the horizon always burned bright with the setting of three suns. Where creatures, nearly unimaginable to myself, would bubble about on the surface like bees on pollen. I dreamt that in this sea, all rivers would be forgiven for their birth upon land.

Hence, in my delusion, I devised a plan to travel my river. Not in dreams. Not where reason was victim to whimsical flights of fancy. No, I made voyage for this grand sea with a true pulse pumping at my wrists and neck. In that moment, I no longer made my dependence on the canyon. Instead, I fed upon the rapids and the sound of river weeds bowing in the breeze.

Upon the fifth day of my travels, I heard a gull squawking high atop the wind. Trembling, I stretched my sight as far I could. There, burning brighter than a billion lit candle wicks, I saw the three suns begin to merge with the hazy horizon. My heart, beating rhythms I had never known, ached at the beauty of those setting suns. The heat began to burn my retinas blind, and caused my saliva to bubble and my blood to churn. Straight ahead, stretched out surely for infinity, was my red sea. I wanted to burn. Lost in its fury. Devoured by its warmth.

But, as I opened my mouth to accept the triad of light into my belly, I felt a sting like the chill of snow. Gasping, my eyes left the perfection of those three setting suns, and turned instead, to my left ankle. Coiled round my leg, the serpent sucked at my flesh. His head, wilting in the molten heat of the fierce suns, began to burst and spill pus.

And, I, feeling faint from the venom of my oppressor, tumbled swiftly into the churning, crimson sea.

Please Allow Me to Introduce My 3’s

I’ve been tagged again! This time, I even dropped my snow cone. Joanne from The Laidback Buddhist owes me a new snow cone. It isn’t nice to just tag people while they are relaxing in the park.

(Just kidding. Joanne is awesome.)

Here are my 3’s. As you can see, the third thing that scares me is a bit irrational. I purposely chose my sleeping position based on this fear.

(They’ll take Rob. Yeah. I’ll be safe.)

3 things that scare me:

1. The knowledge that my mother will die one day
2. Seeing that another woman has vanished here in the TriState (I want to find them all)
3. Aliens (from other planets)

3 people who make me laugh:

1. Rob (my boyfriend)
2. Rolando
3. Joanne

3 things I love:

1. Writing
2. College
3. My cat that passed away when I was seven years old

3 things I hate:

1. Sexism
2. Abusive men and women
3. Seeing my friends get hurt

3 things I don’t understand:

1. Sexism
2. Most math
3. People that drive like maniacs

3 things on my desk:

1. My laptop computer
2. A mouse pad
3. A mouse

(I don’t have a desk because I can’t afford one. I actually use an antique sewing table. It is only big enough for me to put my computer and mouse on. My printer actually sits on a kitchen chair that is positioned next to the sewing table.)

3 things I’m doing right now:

1. Realizing that I have amazing friends in the Blogosphere
2. Thinking about how a soda would be great at the moment
3. Procrastinating the fact that I need to fix a spelling error on my blog (I’ll get to it later)

3 things I want to do before I die:

1. Become a professor
2. Become a published writer (I’m often too scared to try)
3. Learn to love myself

3 things I can do:

1. Write
2. Teach
3. Blog until daybreak

3 things I can’t do:

1. Honestly tell myself I’m beautiful
2. Keep my car clean
3. Give up

3 things I think you should listen to:

1. Your gut
2. The sound of crickets
3. All people (But, don’t believe everything you hear.)

3 things you should never listen to:

(I can’t tell anyone not to listen. It goes against everything I believe. Listen to everything. Choose what you believe in.)

3 shows I watched as a kid:

1. The X-Files
2. Xena: Warrior Princess
3. Reading Rainbow

I should tag people now, but I know that most of my friends are busy. I’ll hold off for a few days. That way everyone can make their deadlines.

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By the way, I’ve had some people message me to explain that they are upset because they can’t leave comments on Into the Inkpot. This is due to the fact that I make all visitors have a Blogger ID if they wish to post. I’ve always enforced this rule because I like to visit the blogs of my visitors, I want people to stand by their comments, and I don’t want this blog to be flooded with rude, ignorant “anonymous” messages. I couldn’t bear to see my friends being harassed.

With that said, I am opening comments up to everyone. You no longer need a Blogger ID. If this goes well, I will leave the feature. If my friends are harassed, I will return to previous methods.

I welcome the following visitors: Petercrys, Lisa C, and Staci Rose! I hope you all decide to stay. I am excited to know all of you.

A Shiny, New Navigation System...

But, it’s not for your car.

Into the Inkpot has expanded. If you look to the right side of your screen, directly below my short bio, you will find the new navigation links. Feel free to explore as much as you like. If you are interested in learning more about women’s issues, I do recommend that you try some of the websites that are found in the links section. If you are not in the mood for such literature, you could just pop on over to the photos area. There, I have posted every image (unless it was food related) that has appeared on this blog. With each new image, the gallery will grow.

I have also added a new area to the site called “Buddies.” Please, take a look at this section. It includes the blogs of all of my best blogging friends. I couldn’t help but give them a plug. They each deserve the attention.

Last, I’d like to mention that the Contact link will take you to an easy to navigate list. This list links to everywhere you can find me on the web (just in case you’re a stalker). Feel free to visit me at the other sites I am a member of. And, if you feel the urge, leave me a message on the guestbook.

I hope you all like the new additions!