a princess of now

spiralsheep gave me five words for extemporization. If you would like me to give you five words, comment, then elaborate in your own lj.

boots There's Monsieur Le Chat--the Puss in-- the hero of many a story, a doer of great deeds and this on behalf of a youth like any other save that of his extraordinary feline friend. And what did Puss ask for in repayment? Rocking beautiful clothes, namely a phenomenal pair of boots. I don't think I like sci-fi and fantasy as much as I like boots. Heeled or flat, leather or suede, half or full, I like them. When they fit right, it's almost like having bare feet, only once they're removed it feels *so* good. It's like, I don't know, the capstone to a fantastic day.

They're also probably why I watch sci-fi.

landscapes They interest me, though it's the rare painting of one that grabs me. The most amazing one I ever saw was behind some mossy wall in Eton. I wanted to jump over the edge and go plunging down into the gorgeous green as far as it'd take me. In the 2400 miles of road I drove North (not including the side steps) I saw much of the US. It'd didn't change much. But I like a panoramic view anyhow. Oh, Kentucky was probably the most beautiful country I saw on my way home.

communication Powerful means of manipulation and leverage. It's a highway to something. It's way tricky, often because people's understanding gets caught up in the echoes of similar words spoken in the past. Or in a different context.

snow I like it clean. When it's dirty I feel a thrill, though, that Spring's really on her way. I haven't lived with it since '97. I was hoping to make it to BC before winter hit the rockies, but practicing driving in icy, snowy conditions is better on the prairie. When I see it I think 'sky like pearls', and slow cold kisses with warm wet centers, and good food, and x-country skiing, and frozen poo gardens. I think, as long as it's snowing, the Earth isn't trying to kill me as it's still warm.

angels Way scarier than I like to think about as Isaiah fell over moaning 'woe is me' when one visited him. They're wonderful, and not made of play. I'm grateful for angels and am in awe that God gives them charge over us (I am not an atheist) and according to much Christian theology, there are those that can be deployed by us. I love that they are so awesome -- vast like planets in their power, and yet, submissive to God who is greater still. I like stories about them and believe in them. And I can't get over so many biblical accounts where face-to-face meetings with angels elicited terror. And they're God's servants. O.O

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