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.