Today at work, a woman complimented me on my triskele, by name. I was impressed and thanked her for her compliment and commented on how she actually knew what it was. She responded that her mother was Irish and that it was a symbol of the trinity. I held my tongue, as it is a broad symbol of Celtic Christianity and has retained its status in one country (don’t know of the others). Somehow, that memory of today got me thinking in the shower. I have a nice sized triskele on my back, right about where my heart chakra is located. It was interesting, thinking upon it and the chakra work I’ve had done, as well as various elements of my therapy. About the beginning of summer, my throat chakra area started closing up. I was constantly feeling as though someone was choking me and having trouble swallowing. I’d spend several minutes, after the onset, moving my trachea and larynx around, working around my hyoid bone (if you poke on your throat, it’s the bone that makes the clicky noise and goes up and down when you talk and swallow) and the muscles behind it. Mainly because I don’t trust anyone else to, with the exception of my soul sister, from school, and my therapist. I’ve always been a shy person, vocally, but I’ve always had other means of self-expression. This past year I’ve felt as though I’ve been choking and inable to express myself. To combat that, you’ve noticed I’ve taken up writing here more, and voicing my opinions more aggressively. I still feel like there’s still hands on my throat, spiritually. It has been one thing I’ve been aggravated about because I used to be able to take whatever spiritual time I needed, in meditation, trancework, energy circles, etc. I haven’t felt I have the time to do that. I’ll spend the vacant time before I go to bed, during the week, doing a little meditation work, spending my run in trance, and reading when I can. But I don’t feel that is enough, I feel like I’m severely lacking. I was hoping to spend this past week alone, and using that to work everything I felt I needed to work, but like always, things got in the way. Plans were cancelled and schedules were not adhered to. This next week gives me a little time, along with some pagan-y time with a visiting friend. I’m hoping that will help, as I’m not feeling shy about doing some work with him while he’s here. I’ve just got this itching, and I’m not sure how I’m going to make it all work!

Ok, boring day, stupid comes out of the box. To the point a guy came in bitching about his name being misspelled on his dog tags, only to be shown that he was the one who misspelled his name, we just copied it as we saw it. Yeeeeeeeee-ah. The day continued as such and I’ll write more about it later.

Just finished watching a nifty segment on Ireland and its pre-history on PBS. Got it Tivo’d to make tapes later, for those of you who want a copy, mail me, or give me a VHS tape. Anyway, I’m not going to get as much time as I wanted, to work over my healing theories, perform my ritual, and all those fun things. It is this point in time when I wished I still lived on my own. It would be easier to hole up and write than it is living with someone else. Guess I’ll have to work on my quality time issue during the day. *sigh*