Monday, September 8, 2008


Today the goddess speaks about herself:

She cannot sleep. She cannot sleep. She cannot sleep. She tosses and turn, tosses and turns . . .

If I were a songwriter I'd have a lot of good material. I'd have to be a blues singer, I guess. Poor, poor, pitiful me. What a silly goddess I am. What do I need with sleep? It just interferes with living my life anyway. If I were not up right now, I wouldn't be playing scrabulous with the Puzzled Goddess. I wouldn't be enjoying the complete stillness of a quiet house, or the starry sky outside my window.

May peace and quiet be yours from, The Goddess of Everything.

1 comment:

Things that puzzle this other goddess.... said...

I love playing Scrabulous with you...but you might be able to think more clearly with some sheep, two sheep, three sheep, 4 sheep, 5 sheep, 6 naked men...ooops! :) Love you, ttptog