A life in threes

Tag: let the music do the talking

Month for Loki: Thirteenth

Today’s pandoramancy:

This song reminds me

of how L showed me

by holding a mirror up to my behavior

how I can be overly emotional/melodramatic to a fault

…and how He does this often to make a point.




Six years ago today, I said, Yes. I will.

Month for Loki, 1: You better get this party started

Welcome to the month of July!


Let’s get the party started, shall we?


Month for Loki, Ninetheeth: Playlist

Being Wednesday, I wanted to share my ever-evolving playlist for Them:

One Thing – Finger Eleven

Monster – Starset

Lifeline – Thousand Foot Krutch

Everything You Want – Vertical Horizon

Outside – Staind

Bury Me With My Guns On – Bobaflex


Songs that I’ve written about previously:

Come With me Now – The Kongoes

Push It – Garbage

Misery – Soul Asylum

Love You Madly – Cake

Schism – Tool

Sail – AWOL Nation


I believe in pandoramancy, mark 2.



Something worrisome is happening…

but there is nothing much I can do at 9:18PM EST

…but if you know me, you know that I’m worrying anyway.
And then, my son surprises me with this inspired piece of pandoramancy.
And that’s how I knew that this had to be today’s Song of the Day:

I laughed – because I love this video – but then I burst into tears.

I don’t know how he could have known.

And yet the message – that everything is going to be OK – is something that I didn’t expect to hear, and yet it is a message is one that I needed to hear so badly right at the moment….


The worry.

Sometimes the worry overwhelms me.

But the Universe seems to want me to know

Even if the sky is falling down
I know that we’ll be safe and sound
We’re safe and sound


Oh…and seeing those little singing cotton balls especially helped cheer me up a little. ❤

Month for Loki, Day 15: Waiting for you to say anything.


We are halfway through the month now.

There is so much that I still need to write about…and tonight, I got this little bit of pandoramancy that seemed to confirm that.

This song:

Evidently, Someone seems to be waiting for me to say something in particular

…as three different friends of mine have pushed this song on me in the last two days:

Do you know Drowning Pool?  No?  Not so much?  Well you’ve got to listen to this song!…it’s a great song.  I promise you’ll like it.

and then,

Do you like Drowning Pool?  Well, this is my favorite song of theirs.  Listen to it!…

And finally…

Hey.  Listen…listen to this song, OK?  I think it might be… important.

And so, I did.

One friend even sent me a link that to the first copy of the song that she found on YouTube that not only played the song along with lyrics (since I prefer to look at the lyrics while I listen to the song for the first time through) but then had the song lyrics posted a second time through – without the melody – for a total video length of 7 minutes, 40 seconds.

So, it was as if the Universe *really* wanted to make sure I had the access and the opportunity to study the lyrics not just one time through, but twice. O.o

So what could it mean?

Perhaps this song has a specific message that is supposed to serve as a nudge toward me.

Perhaps it’s supposed to be some subtle encouragement from Him

                         to continue along the same vein as I have been

                                           concerning the story that I’m supposed to be telling this month.

You know, that story that details the main things that I’ve learned on this path, followed by discussion of several of the major ways that my path has changed?

Yes, that one.

Or maybe, there’s no message; the song might signify absolutely nothing at all.

But still…this is a powerful song that has created quite an earworm for me today.


Oh…and in case that I had it in mind to

I dunno

Start running away from Him


here’s another bit o’ pandoramancy:

Point taken, Sir.


A Facebook friend posted this video in my feed today:

And it triggered a lovely memory that I have that is related to this song.


In April 2015, I went to small weekend-long Pagan sexuality event called Body Magick.

Though I attended by myself, I quickly got the impression that this event was geared towards couples.

I was one of only three other ‘singles’ that attended that weekend.

One of these singles – an older man named Kevin – left before the end of the first day when it became clear to him that Body Magick was not a ‘kinky poly swingers’ event that he’d been assuming that it would be.  (I think the event organizers were somewhat relieved that he left on his own, as his attitude that colored the ‘first impression’ that he made during the introductory circle rubbed several folks in all the wrong ways.)

The other single – a young woman – seemed guarded and cautious.  Though we did converse several times — simply for the fact that we were likely the only attendees with insomnia in the campsite who weren’t actively entertaining/engaging a partner in the late hours of Friday night into the wee hours of Saturday morning – I didn’t find out that much about her.  She told me how she had recently experienced a rather lengthy and contentious divorce, and she sought to attend the event  simply to recover herself and get back her spiritual bearings.

And then, there was me.  Alone, and perhaps a bit lonely.  (My husband – a non-Pagan – had chosen to stay home that weekend, and he had some prior work commitments, as well.)


But I must say – even though everyone I came in contact with was friendly, the event rituals were well-done, and the energy flow was welcoming and pleasant – I could not shake that dull achy feeling of being at loose ends throughout my weekend at Body Magick.


So there I was, on Sunday morning, sitting in a lawn chair outside the ‘mess hall’ with a belly full of breakfast pancakes, listening to music on my iPhone.

My earbuds had somehow become damaged, so I decided to listen to my Loki playlist on low volume, as I waited for my husband to pick me up.

As he wasn’t set to arrive for over an hour, I felt like I had some time to kill, so I half-dozed/meditated in the overly-bright April sunlight, with my iPhone in my lap.

And then this song came on.

The song had played about halfway through when suddenly I was shaken out of my reverie by a friendly voice.

What is this song?  I love this song.

I opened my eyes, and I looked up to see a slight, older woman standing in front of me.  She was smiling.

The sun was behind her, so I was grateful for the shade she created.  I returned her smile.  I couldn’t help it.

It’s Walk the Moon, I replied.  It’s called, Shut up and Dance.

She laughed, Would you mind playing that from the beginning?

So I clicked back, and she settled down beside my chair, to listen.  Thank you so much, she whispered.

I watched as she closed her eyes, and she smiled broadly as she listened, her face upturned towards the sunlight.

Again, the song reached the half-way point, and another person – a young woman, her arms loaded with camping gear – walked past.  I guess she had been on the way to loading up her car.

Hey!  I know that song! she blurted out, stopping short in front of us.

She dropped her heavy gear-bags at my feet with satisfied sigh, as if relieved for the sudden excuse to take a break.

She turned toward the woman on the ground, nudging her.  Don’t you just love this song? she burbled.

The older woman opened one eye: Yes, she grinned broadly, looking up.  They knew each other, so the older woman stood up to greet her with a hug.

And the young woman, unburdened by her gear, warmly embraced her friend.

After a few moments, they broke from their embrace,  and the young woman started to sway.

Won’t you play it again, please, the young woman turned toward me, insistently, I feel like dancing!

OOh, dancing sounds like a great idea, the older women agreed.

So I did.

And I watched as they danced, the movement of their bodies mirroring each other.  I admired the ease and joy of their dance – they seemed entirely unself-conscious and comfortable in their bodies as they were taken up by the rhythms of the song.

Then, they began to sing.

They both looked at me.

Doesn’t this song just make you want to dance? they asked me, during the first instrumental bridge.

The older woman motioned towards me, welcoming me to join them.

I demurred, too shy to dance.

But I did sing along with them.

Suddenly, these two women dancing and our combined singing drew the attention of several other campers on the way to loading their cars.

Next thing you know, a loose half-circle had formed right there in front of me.

Soon enough there was a crowd of twenty or so happy people dancing, singing, enjoying this song, in a spontaneous swirl of swaying color, sound, movement…and laughter.

And I must have played that song four more times in its entirety before our impromptu dance party ended.


And I honestly believe that Loki was pleased.







Crash…into me.

You’ve got your ball
you’ve got your chain
tied to me tight tie me up again
who’s got their claws
in you my friend
Into your heart I’ll beat again
Sweet like candy to my soul
Sweet you rock
and sweet you roll
Lost for you I’m so lost for you

You come crash into me
And I come into you
I come into you
In a boys dream
In a boys dream

Touch your lips just so I know
In your eyes, love, it glows so
I’m bare boned and crazy for you
When you come crash
into me, baby
And I come into you
In a boys dream
In a boys dream

If I’ve gone overboard
Then I’m begging you
to forgive me
in my haste
When I’m holding you so girl
close to me

Oh and you come crash
into me, baby
And I come into you
Hike up your skirt a little more
and show the world to me
Hike up your skirt a little more
and show your world to me
In a boys dream.. In a boys dream

Oh I watch you there
through the window
And I stare at you
You wear nothing but you
wear it so well
tied up and twisted
the way I’d like to be
For you, for me, come crash
into me