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The Royal Ladies of the Universe   Leave a comment

It’s been a busy time for all four of us, between our various RL jobs, activities and families; but especially for me.  You see, I just semi-retired … I’ve taken up new, easier occupations, but retired completely from my retail job.  Another Christmas shopping season like the last would have been soul-crunching, if not crushing.  And I’m not really up to the physical demands of retail in many ways, what with my RL age.  (We won’t go into details!)

But also, the last child will be leaving the nest to enter college in the fall — he graduates from high school next week — and that would mean, if I were scheduled for a night shift, that the husband would come home to a dark house after a long shift at the office.  After over 12 years of going through this, that’s not any good.  Last year, I asked if there were a chance of getting placed permanently on morning (opening) shift at all, and informed that wasn’t possible.  That, plus various changes at several levels in the company, made me feel it was time to “turn in my papers.”

And so, with that, it’s time to celebrate!  A change of clothes, a change of skin … hell, even a change of hair … and then sweet-talking the other ladies to do it with me.

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Some Thoughts On Butterflies

Moss covered paths between scarlet peonies,
Pale jade mountains fill your rustic windows.
I envy you, drunk with flowers,
Butterflies swirling in your dreams.
— Ch’ien Ch’i, translated by Kenneth Rexroth

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It is blue-butterfly day here in spring,
And with these sky-flakes down in flurry on flurry
There is more unmixed color on the wing
Than flowers will show for days unless they hurry.

But these are flowers that fly and all but sing:
And now from having ridden out desire
They lie closed over in the wind and cling
Where wheels have freshly sliced the April mire.
— Robert Frost, “Blue-Butterfly Day”

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Gray sail against the sky,
Gray butterfly!
Have you a dream for going.
Or are you the blind wind’s blowing?
— Dana Burnet, “A Sail at Twilight”

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…Don’t you see

That we are worms, whose insignificance
Lives but to form the angelic butterfly
That flits to judgement naked of defence?
— Dante, The Divine Comedy: Purgatory, Canto X (Sayers translation)

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The details:

WindLight setting: Torley’s Albedo 0.39

Poses by Gesticulate and Paper Couture

Photographed at 0 0 Auspicious region

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