FemmeConne Aftermath
Sep. 23rd, 2007 02:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stephbgI have awoken from ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
femmeconne Recovery Snooze #1 and have scraped up sufficient strength to thank my fellow con-goers for an interesting couple of days.
In many ways the event was as I both feared and expected, although the official program did not feature heavily.
The program was like a snowflake: formed in the upper atmosphere from the seed of an idea, attracting smaller crystals to form a thing of unique beauty. On its journey to the earth it was blown about by unexpected flurries and zephyrs of wind, yet it floated gently to land in safety in a place no-one could have quite predicted. There it began to melt, losing its fine structure, but giving up its water to nurture the land and to travel downstream to feed rivers, caress fish and smooth the ancient rocks.
I'll be ready for that next time and will leave my watch at home.
I am struggling with conflicting voices that on one hand urge me to apologise for not being a more active participant, and on the other note with scorn that that was not the point at all and no-one but myself would chastise myself for it.
I did squish some soup.
The wedding made me feel sad (actually quite wretched at points), for I realised that I could not in all conscience make those vows to myself. However, it has given me a set of new goals and I would like to get a copy of the vows and pin them up somewhere as a checklist. Maybe next year.
I'll restrict additional details about individual panels, dormitory life, finding pretty rocks and seeing horsies to my own lj.
femmeconne Recovery Snooze #1 and have scraped up sufficient strength to thank my fellow con-goers for an interesting couple of days.In many ways the event was as I both feared and expected, although the official program did not feature heavily.
The program was like a snowflake: formed in the upper atmosphere from the seed of an idea, attracting smaller crystals to form a thing of unique beauty. On its journey to the earth it was blown about by unexpected flurries and zephyrs of wind, yet it floated gently to land in safety in a place no-one could have quite predicted. There it began to melt, losing its fine structure, but giving up its water to nurture the land and to travel downstream to feed rivers, caress fish and smooth the ancient rocks.
I'll be ready for that next time and will leave my watch at home.
I am struggling with conflicting voices that on one hand urge me to apologise for not being a more active participant, and on the other note with scorn that that was not the point at all and no-one but myself would chastise myself for it.
I did squish some soup.
The wedding made me feel sad (actually quite wretched at points), for I realised that I could not in all conscience make those vows to myself. However, it has given me a set of new goals and I would like to get a copy of the vows and pin them up somewhere as a checklist. Maybe next year.
I'll restrict additional details about individual panels, dormitory life, finding pretty rocks and seeing horsies to my own lj.
