Howdy Howdy all!

Today was a long one...I did work and school today and that is always grueling...although school I absolutely love. Today there was a special mass at the University ..I was going to go but the I find  mass a bit intimidating..mostly because I am a Pagan and I feel like I am spying (I know that is ridiculous) but hey..ya feel whatcha feel ya know. The Jesus bodies on the crosses still affect me to a degree and my fascination with them has turned into something edging toward curious obsession-like who decided on the body type and how much detail to present in the facial features? Hmm questions, questions questions.... I start latin classes soon and I am sure that will only fuel my curiosity.

How's this for a fun fact...The University of St. Thomas' university newpaper is called ....wait for it...wait for it....THE CAULDRON! I love it! I think that is fantastic...like up yours witchy women, you've got your cauldrons and we've got ours...AND you are hellbound to boot so suck on that! I guess they showed us eh fellow Pagans....lol

On an unrelated note the song "Ordinary People" by John Legend is beautiful! Well I have a ton of research to sift through so I am gonna call it a night/day----how about some poetry....here goes...(...as if you didnt know)

Dreams

While on my lonely couch I lie,
I seldom feel myself alone,
For fancy fills my dreaming eye
With scenes and pleasures of its own.
Then I may cherish at my breast
An infant's form beloved and fair,
May smile and soothe it into rest
With all a Mother's fondest care.

How sweet to feel its helpless form
Depending thus on me alone!
And while I hold it safe and warm
What bliss to think it is my own!

And glances then may meet my eyes
That daylight never showed to me;
What raptures in my bosom rise,
Those earnest looks of love to see,

To feel my hand so kindly prest,
To know myself beloved at last,
To think my heart has found a rest,
My life of solitude is past!

But then to wake and find it flown,
The dream of happiness destroyed,
To find myself unloved, alone,
What tongue can speak the dreary void?

A heart whence warm affections flow,
Creator, thou hast given to me,
And am I only thus to know
How sweet the joys of love would be? --Anne Bronte

Goddess Bless