Open up my heart like a window

 These days when I honk my horn I often imagine I'm screaming "shame" at other drivers and pointing out massholery.  I'm probably becoming a much more aggressive driver myself, but people are so badly behaved at merges and rotaries and clearing the box and all the things.

 

Sometimes when the people I live with can't find things, and I get up and find them in obvious places, I shout shame!  I do this to Light mostly, it doesn't feel quite right with Abundance.  

 

Speaking of Abundance, internet I ask you - if you had (1) a pantry shelf that had all your vinegars and oils and other sort of liquidy things like pomegrante molasses and rose water (2) a baking shelf where you some of the really specialized sugars, your espresso powder, and all your extracts (vanilla, almond, etc)   would you shelve your vegetarian worcestershire sauce on 1 or 2?

 

(There is a specific length of time for a "shame" honk, about half way in between the polite little burp of a honk that says "pardon me but you may have missed that the light is green"  and the wailing on the horn that says "You asshole, there are other people ont he road who do not want to die because you don't know how to interpret stop signs,")

 

I already think I know what I want the next tattoo to be and I'll probably try to get on emi's books as soon as they open up for the summer months.  I want a stack of books with a candle on top of them and now I just have to narrow down the botanical element I want to nclude.  Which lead me down a path of trying to think of things I consider myself having affinities for.   Keys, but i've already got one of those.  Salt, nutmeg, stone, tortoiseshell cats, trees, iron, tattoos. Labradorite, garnet,  Fire The ocean. ((i've seen a couple ear tattoos lately and now desperately want to figure out a way to have the ocean in my ear or ears.   Apparently ear tattoos don't hurt a lot but bleed like a slasher film) Melancholy. The moon. Tea.  (ooo, maybe the botanical element can be camellia sineensis)  If I wanted to skew a little bitter, or maybe a little bit of reclaiming, I could go for rosemary and try to approach/mitigate/accept the bits of my life I can't remember for one reason or another. But ferns also mean shelter and I can never really have enough of that.  

 

SO MUCH ITCHING.