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Tangled Branches

Sunday, July 30th, 2006

For those that don’t already know me, you soon will. I’m Tassja, the woman that agreed to marry J (without him drugging me). When I get a bit more time and I feel like writing, I might put up an “about me”page to give people an idea of what I’m like. Though I’m sure my posts on here will do a fine job of scaring people off ;-)

Since I’ll be joining the Wiseman’s next year and our branches will become tangled, J has very kindly given me access to his blog, which I suppose is now our blog. Crazy guy ;-)

Thank you J. I love you so very much and you really do make me very happy :-D

Right, so what’s been going on?

Well, a couple of weekends ago J’s lovely parents came to visit. That was a great fun day involving a visit to Castle Coch, a place I’d not been to since I was a child. It felt good to be able to take them to a place which I have strong childhood memories of.

Later that day we went to the Cardiff Bay Barrage, a place I’ve always loved sitting and watching the boats come and go. I find it so relaxing. Though the water does smell rather a lot, but that’s what happens when you make a big lake filled with river water that’s flowed through a city ;-)

We finished the day with going for a meal at one of my old haunts, The Deri Inn. A rather cute place to eat at which normally does yummy food. Though it’s not so great when they deliver your starter and main at the same time, oops ;)

Then last weekend J’s brother came to stay with us. I really enjoyed it. It was a good chance to get to know each other more and have fun. Though I’m not sure how he felt being dragged through the city to the museum. I was rather asleep on my feet that day.

Quite possibly one of the most exciting things for me recently, was a phone call from my Dad. At his wife’s suggestion he phoned me to urge me to go to the shop where the wedding dress I wanted was in the sale and phone them from there so they could pay for it over the phone. I’m so very happy to have my dress bought for me by them, as well as having it safely hanging up in the bedroom. It makes it all feel much more real. I’ll admit that I was very worried that I’d not get the dress. It’s the only wedding dress I tried on and I loved it straight away. I knew it was the one for me.

Well, that’s enough for now. No doubt as soon as I publish this I’ll think of other things I could have said, but never mind.

Switching to Wordpress

Saturday, July 29th, 2006

It’s been a while in the making, but this weekend two big changes have occurred on this site. Firstly, if you’re accessing it directly, you’ll notice the snazzy theme change. This is because I’m making a move away from Moveable Type as a blog engine, and have chosen Wordpress as my platform of choice. It gives the site a new degree of flexibility, allowing things like static pages to be added, as well as more users to make posts. It should also drastically reduce the amount of spam I’ve been getting.

Secondly, well… I’ll just let that change happen by itself. You’ll see ;-)

One of the changes that’s filtered through has been a reflection of a change in myself. This blog used to be called ‘Keeping the Blood’, which was perhaps a reflection of the importance of blood-ties, to me. But recently I’ve been shown a new understanding of family and tribe, which while in no way lacks love or awareness of relationship, has nothing whatsoever to do with blood ties (which in their own turn have very little to do with genetic relationship). I’ve not forgotten my physical, blood relationships at all. But the new emphasis is more about inclusion rather than a narrow honouring of purely blood relations.

I’m really not sure how much of that makes sense. But still, it’s nice to change. Tangled Branches, Roots and Shoots. Tassja said it sounds like an embracing of past and present, while acknowledging the possibility of the future. I’m inclined to agree. Trees don’t have to be the same species or family to tangle branches, and live in relationship. Roots and Shoots are where they come from, and where they’re going. Maybe this space could reflect a little of those sentiments.