Beverly - The Gothic Gourmet's Page

Now, well into Season 2, I wanted to take a moment to stop in to my blog here. Much of the work I've done so far has been offline in a type of hermetic trance - coming out in public when necessary - scurrying back into my chamber when possible.



I have set into motion some important goals and intentions. For that, I am proud and hopeful. Yet, there is a certain public aspect that I now feel emerging. I haven't determined it's exact form, but I am close. To that end, I decided to start… Continue

Day 18, Season 1





I travelled, with the boys in tow, to San Jose where there were three sheets of rocks (48 42-pound stones) that had to be moved to Fremont. Then in Fremont, there were the equal number of stones to be returned. I can't say how many I lifted and carried, two by two, by suffice it to say my neck and shoulders were quite strained by the end.



In the evening, sitting alone in the quiet, I began to meditate. Again, Kristy was right. I was not grounded and… Continue

Day 19, Season 1





WOW! I must have lifted WAY MORE THAN MY SHARE of stones yesterday. I recognize that as a habit as I often do way more than my share in all activities. It's not that I don't trust others to do things right; it's not that I am a control freak who refuses to let go: it's not that I always want to play the part of the hero (though that is an old pattern). No, I recognize this as my taking on a greater share of a loothsome job so others won't be as… Continue

Days 15-17, Season 1





Sometimes there are days that just float by while one waits for the descent of night. Days 15-17 were just such days. I let the mundane chores be mundane, let the mundane work be mundane, let myself be mundane for my nocturnal plans were far more intensive and required all my strength.



I am of course referring to my sexual home-life. There's nothing explicit to be found in my words here, just the acknowledgment that 1) I have a sexual life, 2) my… Continue

Day 14, Season 1





I treated myself to the divine voice of my dear friend, Kristy, today. What a breath of fresh air!



And what a difference from the day before! In retrospect (ugh! reminds me of Mercury Retrograde), I think the unexpected turmoil of Monday was a catalyzing force, a catharsis, and as I said yesterday, a wake-up call! What good are these things if you don't follow them up with powerful insights, revelations, and a kick in the ass?!



So... THANK… Continue