Month: September 2023

I drove my blue dragon again today and got a very clear sense that I can only keep it temporarily.

It is supposed to move onward, without me.

I feel as if my life is a mess – although in some ways, it is quite orderly.

I’ve been disrupted so many times, I just get used to stepping up onto another platform.

Without handrails, as it is lifting away from stability.

Get me off of these things!

I am beginning to have lunch with new people I meet who seem to share some form of kinship.

At some point, ya gotta just nestle in again for the long haul.

I am beginning to suspect that my leg and/or hip may have been fractured in the accident.

Raising younglings is not easy.

I know my own path – and will find it.

(Title play with words)

The promises given at start of relationship were not fulfilled, yet conscription wove insideous objectifications.

(Title play with words)

Ignorance is not bliss.

But knowing the truth is not always better.

“Wait for iiiiiit…”

What use are any of my efforts?

It isn’t Empty Nest Syndrome, although to others, it might seem like it.

Rather, I’m fighting to overcome many incidents reinforcing self suppression in exchange for survival.

I have been listening for my soul’s inspiration to answer my call.

I can barely hear it at all.

I have hit a wall that I am trying to scale or go around.

Much change has already happened and it is disorienting.

My track has been disrupted.

I guess I am at a new beginning.

But, it feels like I am just again trying to pick up scattered pieces.

I am trying to “integrate,” but I do not trust the process.

What is causing me to feel unloved and uncherished – when clearly, I am being provided for?

I was funneled toward and slipped into the roles too easily.

Not the same kind of dream as tout-publicized, but one that I still find is worthy.

A self-propagating internal sludge difficult to counteract once takes hold – for it builds its case upon projected “if-only’s” that may or may not have any basis in “reality.”

Deep inside, I became resentful.

Positive Assessments vs. Negative Conclusions

Creating original works and taking what already exists to new levels.

In reviewing her story, we find the heroine is struggling.

I seek, yet nothing appeals to rekindle the spark within me.

It’s interesting speaking with some of the younger generations where we share similar interests and the only difference between us is that I’ve just been alive longer.

Is humanity ready to evolve?

I am not interested in imposing my will upon others, just in stating my point of view as my own.

The experience can make a person later feel uncomfortable when they gather their energy’s focus to reach for more.

The lyrics being sung to a beat-based guitar, strumming as I exited the pub after a creatives’ group meeting.

Yep, that about sums it up – and I have always tried to deliver.

“Living as I speak.”

It’s just that my oomph fizzled out once I got stuck in enforced stagnation.

Cut off from the types of elements and people who inspire me.

I really can’t recommend this to anyone – except as a short-term measure or intervention.

Now I’m struggling to kick off the crust from my previously established persona as I keep striving for fairer weather.

From blue dragon to black wolf.

Aroooo!

Doctors say at least 3 months, but I better start now if I hope to meet that.