Random thought that could inspire a blog theme or maybe just silliness

If I could become a supernatural/mythical story person of my own choosing, I would be a part of group of Priestesses of Hope and Compassion -- think a group of priestesses with elements of Kwan Yin, the daimona Elpis, and such but in a very playful and sometimes even silly mood--not quite pranksters but only because they are too nice to play practical jokes. ( pondering what such a being my be like )

I admit that I entertain myself in some strange ways. I find myself pondering the idea that it would be fun to work out a new pantheon of Goddesses/Gods based on what the world seems to need now. I wish I knew what to do with these strange I ideas I get. I suppose the enjoyment of pondering them is enough but I always feel like I should do something productive with mental energy. I need to let go of that.

To all of you who responded to my meltdown post yesterday, thank you. My choice of mythical beings would be very happy with you and I am very grateful.

TGIF update

However, my in person work week doesn't end for another 12 hours or so. Tonight is a Chancellor's reception for faculty who started this year and last (last year's reception had to be canceled at the last minute). The reception is being held at a country club about as far east of campus as I live west of campus. Therefore, I am taking my time heading to campus and I'll go from there to the reception rather than wasting gas coming home between the office and the reception. My lingering at home this morning is also a function of the fact that the IT department has my computer so the amount of work I can do at the office is limited.

This weekend is the Balloon fest (I had the date wrong when I thought it was last week) and the www.popcornfest.com in Valpo. Unfortunately the weather doesn't look like it will be as nice as last week. Still I hope to make it over that way to try my hand at hot air balloon photos. They have to be easier than surfer photos. Mostly I am going to take it easy this weekend and putter around the house, put up some more tomato sauce, work on teaching things, figure out what camping gear I need to get, plant some Japanese iris that Dan gave me, and generally nest in whatever ways seem appealing at the moment. If it cools off enough I may even make bread.

I am still feeling off centered but not as over the edge as yesterday. I have figured out some of the contributing factors (e.g., my empathic tendencies are allowing too much of the campus technology failure chaos to affect me, I am allowing myself to be affected too much by my role as departmental mediator and provider of safe space, I have been following the news too closely, I haven't been nurturing my soul enough, and a few other things not fully sorted out).

Today and this weekend are about correcting some of those issues. I intend to be my own Hope and Compassion Godmother (reference to my previous post). Heck I might even splurge and buy myself a bouquet of sunflowers at the market tomorrow.

To start my positive spin on the weekend, some things that made me smile this week: a chipmunk playing around the campus patio where K, C, B and I met on Wednesday; unexpected treats from D and J; learning that damejenn liked her full_moon_swaps package; knowing that at least one student in my intro class is better informed about the conditions of inequality in the world because of class assignments; that some lovely folks on my FL gave me a helping hand when I needed it and that I allowed myself to ask for that help; that the signs of autumn's impending arrival are becoming more and more frequent and visible (e.g., leaves are starting to change and fall, asters are starting to bloom, migrants and winter residents are showing up at bird feeders). I also have a couple of things to anticipate in the next couple weeks. First there is Rosh Hashanah with Scott and Jill; this and Passover are the closest I come to family holiday celebrations. After that there is Wild Magic and my first chance to camp with a group in several years.