My mom says that I sent my name to her in a dream, that I spelled it out in the stars, and that it's Sumerian for "Keeer of the River of Life." A little research shows that that is a possible, though unlikely, meaning. The only reference I can find to "Tari" in Sumerian is when it is used in referenced to the underworld, "Erset la Tari," literally the "land of no return." Boy, that's exciting, huh?

In Hebrew, though, it means "fresh," which makes me feel like warm bread or ripe apples. In Japanese (and some Pacific Island languages it appears), it means "sea." Hindi looks to have several possible meanings, probably differentiated by subtleties of the language I'm not savvy enough to catch - everything from "palm sap" to "boat" to "traveler." In Indonesia, Tari means "dance." In Persian, it means "darkness," possibly connected to the Sumerian, I think.

Interesting to think of myself in those terms.

What, younger, felt
was possible, now knows
is not - but still
not chanted enough -

Walked by the sea,
unchanged in memory -
evening, as clouds
on the far-off rim

of water float,
pictures of time,
smoke, faintness -
still the dream.

I want, if older,
still to know
why, human, men
and women are

so torn, so lost,
why hopes cannot
find better world
than this.

Shelley is dead and gone,
who said,
"Taught them not this -
to know themselves;

their might could not repress
the mutiny within,
And for the morn
of truth they feigned,

deep night
Caught them ere evening . . ."

- "Myself," Robert Creeley

I love pedicures. DIY or strip-mall-sweatshop or schmancy spa-style, I just love them. I adore cute toes, and let's face it, as much as I like not wearing socks, it's important for me (as a self-respecting Leo rising) to not be having snaggly feet.

I'm rocking a DIY one this morning, all cute with hot pink for camp. It makes me happy.

Yesterday, I was standing in a checkout line and this dude accosts me to compliment my toes. Yesterday, they were a lovely royal blue that was, sadly, on its last legs and looking a little raggedy. This dude, however, apparently thought my feet looked awesome and spent ten minutes talking to me about them.

Amazing to me what guys will use to hit on a girl.

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