June 21st, 2006
|01:36 pm - My foot, and a morning devotional.|
Well, It's official: my foot (and sock, and part of the inside of my boot) is a bloody mess.
It is, actually, not so bad as I thought. I've replaced the bandages and my foot is currently barefoot and outside my shoe. But man, the blood. . . I wonder if it'll even come out of the sock, or if it'll affect the gore-tex in my boots.
This morning, in the pre-dawn dark, I ripped my foot across the carpet flashing in the basement, and it sheared the skin right off between two toes. Must have hit it just right, because the flashing (not entirely sure it's the right word, but it's close enough) wouldn't do that under normal circumstances. I went into the bathroom and soaked my foot in alcohol and bandaged it up, roughly, with what was handy (and sterile): regular old band-aids. I'll need to find some more creative bandaging supplies in the near future for a better coverage.
It still hurts, but isn't nearly as tender to the touch as it was this morning, so I'm walking generally without my cane right now.
Of course, I've decided that I need to learn how to walk with a cane. My shoulder is killing me because I've put all my weight on it all morning, and I did a lot of moving around this morning before making it in to work.
The ritual this morning was all right, but I was distracted far too much by my foot to really get into it. I imagine I probably didn't seem like the nicest person this morning, but then again, I got in my fill of ritual before anyone else showed up, surprisingly enough.
I got there early (I'd planned enough lee-way to get woken up and moving this morning that the incident with my foot didn't really slow me down. . . It actually probably woke me up faster) and sat in the labyrinth for a while, alone.
I'd been reading MacDonnell's Vedic Mythology the night before, which is what made me decide to go into the ritual the next morning in the first place. Particularly, I was reading about Usas, where I came across the line: "She is besought to arouse only the devout ... worshipper, leaving the ungodly ... to sleep on."
And I could not help but feel spoken to.
So this morning, I raced her as the daughters of heaven, the shining mothers of order, changed colour and showed the sun his path.
And as I saw the sun come up entirely, I found myself asking, "When does Usas give way to Surya?"
So I wrote to Usas, for Usas. I find that I absolutely must get a copy of the Rgveda so I can study the meter and speak well to this particular goddess. What I wrote, I would be embarassed to show her.
Current Location: Southeast of Disorder
Current Mood: busy
Current Music: "Happy Christmas (War is Over)", -JB
Never be embarrassed of anything done in sincerity for Usas, her love is (I believe) one of the most pure in all the gods (I believe most "loving" and "mother" deities of Hinduism and Buddhism take heavily from her).
I hope that your foot feels better.
Maybe "embarassed" isn't the right word. I should probably go with "shy"
What? No pictures?
*sulks off, disappointed*
Surya and Usas
Does that help?
good gods, you could have skipped to take care of your foot :) i would have been fine.
i was less than pleased with the ritual itself b/c it was rushed, it wasn't timed properly due to late arrivals and some inter-circle communication issues....but it was still nice to see everyone and see the sky brighten and even catch the glimpse of sunna :)
although i think next time i'm moving the circle to the grassy field, as the sun rises PERFECTLY in the path out to the sidewalk along Lane :) who needs stonehenge?
take care of your foot!
No worries on the timing, or the rushedness. I really didn't notice that. What I mainly noticed was the fact that I was standing about uncomfortably :)
And yeah, the field is definitely a better choice. Being able to see the sun? Bonus. :)
ok 1) you are not allowed to turn into Dr.House
2) try soaking your foot in epsom salts instead of alcohol (it doesn't sting as much)
3) sorry to hear about your foot...owie. you need to be v. much more careful
4) never be embarrassed. it wastes time ;)
Oh, nevermind. I know. Just took me a minute. Dr. Who is the wrong show.
I don't own epsom salts. They sound. . . fruity. Like what you get at a spa. And they give massages at spas, which is part of why I don't go near them.
I'm working on being more careful :)
As for embarassmenet, see above. I think it's shyness instead.
Hmm, my dyslexia must have kicked in when I read the title, because I definitely thought this entry was called, "My morning, and a foot devotional." I was needlessly impressed.
This makes me think I should get some brown paint (or really good mud) and make a nice banner featuring my footprints. It might help people better understand 'ADF'. None of this faith or magic busines... no, no, just good-hearted, quality mucking about. ;)
Someday I too will read the Rig Vedas, but for now, I am too intimated by the sentences. It reads like my LiveJournal! *laughs*
|Date:||June 21st, 2006 07:27 pm (UTC)|| |
HYMN LXXX. Usas.
1. THE singers welcome with their hymns and praises the Goddess Usas who bringeth in the sunlight,
Sublime, by Law true to eternal Order, bright on her path, red-tinted, far-refulgent.
2 She comes in front, fair, rousing up the people, making the pathways easy to be travelled.
High, on her lofty chariot, all-impelling, Usas gives her splendour at the days' beginning.
3 She, harnessing her car with purple oxen. injuring none, hath brought perpetual riches.
Opening paths to happiness, the Goddess shines, praised by all, giver of every blessing.
4 With changing tints she gleams in double splendour while from the eastward she displays her body.
She travels perfectly the path of Order, nor fails to reach, as one who knows, the quarters.
5 As conscious that her limbs are bright with bathing, she stands, as 'twere, erect that we may see her.
Driving away malignity and darkness, Usas, Child of Heaven, has come to us with lustre.
6 The Daughter of the Sky, like some chaste woman, bends, opposite to men, her forehead downward.
The Maid, disclosing boons to him who worships, hath brought again the daylight as aforetime.
|Date:||June 21st, 2006 08:40 pm (UTC)|| |
Alcohol on a fresh wound makes you bleed more.
*nods* Expands the blood vessels. However, no other choice was available. Other than no disinfecting at all. I don't happen to have anything else to do that with.
Yikes! Hope your foot is doing better now. You have still not been converted to the glorious path of Neosporin?
Neosporin? I thought that was only a legend!
I have some nice foot soaking stuff, but for disinfecting, keep around a bottle of hydrogen peroxide. Disinfects without stinging. And it has a pleasant, fizzy tingle to it, too. Nothing fru-fru about it.
Neosporin... watch for infection and fungus. Feet are highly susceptible to both, especially when bound up in boots like yours. You'd be better off in sandals for a few days to let some air get in.
Hope you're feeling better. *hugs*