Lost_Warrior

Tang...welded...to...blade???? My brain is melting. That is SO wrong. I can't even figure out why they would do that. There's no reason to do that. It's really NOT hard to make it all one piece. ESPECIALLY if you're not actually forging the blade but cutting/grinding it (which most mass production makers do anymore.)

Lol cool! Thanks! I was wondering that! I'll look it up a little later.

I don't know about A.D. 55-60, but in later times, they army actually started accepting thumbless men. They were on to the "chopping the thumbs off" trick, and 1) were desperate for soldiers and 2) wanted to make a point that this would NOT work, so you might as well keep your thumbs attached.

Awesome!!!! I love models, but alas I lack the patience...or dexterity.

Thank you!!!!

Nephele: Actually I'm the one who wears combat boots (well...something very similar LOL they rock) and it was depression, not a cold.

lol thanks!

Most of my Brighid's Fire (the actual ritual part) was short, sweet and to the point. I lit a candle, said a few prayers, did a bit of healing work. The "prep work" took the majority of my evening. I started at about 3.30 or so...painting a bottle to go on my shrine (it's sitting next to it as it's too big to go ON the shrine, it looks silly and easily tipped over.) Then I spent...close to two hours painting my legs with indigo. The indigo painting, for me, is part art, part therapy, and part religious observance. Some people might think it's crazy to spend hours painting something just to have it gradually disappear over the next week...but it's impermanence means I get to do it all over again!!! :yay: Feet: Left leg: Right leg: I'm glad Brighid seems to encourage displaying work done in her honor!

As a fellow poet I must of course offer critique: "February is the dreariest month of the year. Pantagathus and Perinax aren't here." If you put an even in there, it flows a lot better: Pantagathus and Pertinax aren't even here. "Faustus needs a good tax man. Coldrail is locked in the porta can. The Klingon is a frozen man. Kosmic eats frogs out of a tin can. And Ramses can be a pain in the can. " I'd really try to avoid rhyming can with can. C'mon, you can do better. Well done!

Thanks!!! I have finally got some writing done. I have another poem that I wrote that I don't want to post publicly (this one I do care about copyright/publishing issues) that I think you might like. I'll PM it to you.

Prayer for Imbolc Our Lady of Spring Your fire melts the frost Your water is the rain that falls Your sun warms the earth And seeds beneath the farmers' fields Give us life! As you give life Let us grow! We're born anew May your fire warm our hearts And your water wash our souls Let your sun draw forth the seeds Of life and growth within us Your fire drives us! Your water carries us! Let us be strong And grow vibrant in your hands. My writing is really taking off!! When inspiration hits, it hits like a ton of bricks lol. I joined a writing forum called Toasted Cheese. My friend kept linking me, and I kept forgetting to join, so I finally did. That will hopefully keep me on track with my writing.

I'm sure they COULD be trained to use the bow left handed. I'm not sure why they WOULD. I still don't see the reason for hacking off body parts though.

They may have been seven feet tall...but I don't know what that has to do with breasts and bowstrings. I find it hard to believe that they were all left handed. And even if they were, breasts still wouldn't get in the way.

Damn I'd so be there if I weren't all the way over here in the States.

I surmise that this legend was written by a man who must have assumed that women with breasts could not shoot a bow. I have breasts, they are not small, and I shoot a traditional bow, not *well* (for want of practice) but acceptably. My breasts do not get in the way. Also, the legend says that they cut off their right breast, which does not make a lick of sense to me, or else I draw a bow in a completely different way than most people. Because if they were going to cut one off, I would think it would have to be the left. Why would the Greeks be any different than the entire rest of the human race?

I think so!! I love that shirt.

It's not a gown, actually, it's a shirt I picked up at Gabes. Think it cost me $2.

Mushrooms? What? Lol!!

This is what I've been doing for the past two days. Yesterday: a volcano pendant. Didn't turn out as planned...had a hard time with it actually, but the longer I have it for, the more I like it. It's made of silver and that is an orange sapphire. Today: my completed shrine to Brighid. Painting this took a LOT out of me. But through the experience of setting up the shrine and doing my first shift work, I learned a LOT about this recent depression. My indigo body painting: I got carried away. I started with the flame on my shoulder...and I was having so much fun doing this (it is very relaxing and meditative) that I just kept going. I can't believe how good this pic came out. This was taken AFTER my prayer/meditative work, after setting up my shrine, and the painting. I'm GLOWING.

Coming up tonight or tomorrow. There are more pics on my blog (follow the link in my sig)

Oh, thanks Nepele!!!! Moon: I am pretty sure I'm eating well enough, I do have a blood sugar issue that DOES effect my mood (hypoglycemia) but this isn't the WHOLE problem. I do pretty well on sleep, though the amount/type of sleep I get is one of my first indicators of a "bad time" (I start sleeping more and not being as rested when I am not doing well). I do physical manual labor so I think I'm pretty covered on exercise...though I could stand to do more outside of work. I haven't gotten outside a lot lately, as it is winter and cold here. I do notice that my mood is definitely "lower" in winter. Meditation I do...not yoga though. And no on the St. John's wort...I tend not to take ANYTHING except as a last resort. (Last time I tried taking something...omega 3 for my blood sugar/hormones...it dropped me straight into "depressed" and left me there...so I quit taking them.)

I always sucked at anagrams LOL. Now cryptograms, THOSE are fun! I haven't done them in a LONG time...I should see if there is a website full of them somewhere. I bet there is. I should find it.

Reading doesn't help all that much, lol I keep getting distracted by the things I'm worried about.

I'm still fighting the depression. It's largely situational...so while I don't know exactly what is causing some of it, I do know that once things 'settle down' it should improve. I really hope and pray that that is soon, too. I wonder just how much more I can take. I joined a Brighid flamekeeping Cill over on TC. Tomorrow is the beginning of my first shift, and I'm building a shrine to her tomorrow evening. I'm happy that I will have the house to myself for that. I don't know what all will go on the shrine, but I do know that I am painting a design on it (I have to work on the design today) and I already repainted the cabinet that I am using, in preparation for the design being painted on it. I've also renewed my interest in volcanoes, somehow. They always interested me, and when I was younger, I was very much a volcano nut. Now, for some reason, I am a volcano nut again...and I have an idea bouncing around in my head for a volcano pendant made with the Artclay I got for Christmas. I'm half afraid to try it though. I get complicated ideas right off the bat. *grins*

Ulysses by Alfred Lord Tennyson has been and continues to be my favorite. The last stanza is my absolute favorite piece of poetry ever written: 'Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down: It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles, whom we knew. Though much is taken, much abides; and though We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are; One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.