en·ig·mat·ic
adjective
- difficult to interpret or understand; mysterious.
Oxford Languages
en·ig·mat·ic
adjective
Oxford Languages
Sometimes, she saw when the shift needed to happen. Sometimes, she became the answer.
The queen disliked that now her isolation was of even greater necessity as she preened her wings in the slanted sun, perched delicately upon an enclaved precipice.
She saw the other dragons farther off, circling even higher, and took comfort in the fact that at least she could now shadow them at times, carefully gliding.
“Do you qualify for the senior discount, ma’am?”
“What age is senior?”
“Fifty-five.”
“They are going to have to push that out farther as we live longer!” I quipped.
The cashier laughed.
(Guess it’s near time for me to retire!)
Is it really necessary to quantify and qualify everyone according to some unrealistic standards?
Or is this just another method of attempting to control for unsustainable monocultures?
(Title play with words)
Dressing as a red chiton for cosplay.
An uplifting and encouraging sense of possibility.
What can I offer in a relationship, anyway?
I mean, really?
People these days want to be “wowed” – as if we all have attention deficit.
And I must admit that after having been put through the grinder, I also want to enjoy life’s “kicks.”
With everything I present here, I am seeking my own truth’s answers as I aspire to fly higher.
Accurately identifying what aspects truly make up our individualties allows us to more effectively represent our authenticity in the daily decisions that we make and while navigating into ideal, intentional positions.
Upon the first day after taking the first dose, my lungs are heavy and throat passageway feels constricted – which leads me to surmise that the mildew spores from the as-yet un-ozonated replacement car from the mountainside have been affecting.
While they were eating and talking, he gave her a sideways look which was not consistent with the conversation.
Had she not been mindful of her own behavioral interaction, it seemed designed to have gotten in under her boundaries and elicit a subconscious reaction.
She reigned herself back from responding, and from that moment, the rest of their conversation tapered off as if the script was ending.
YAAAAAASSS!
Knowing that it could not be corralled nor tamed, they learned to grab onto to its mane as it was passing – and leap onto its back to ride it to their own purposes.

See the infinity sign on middle left of eye?
Have Fun and Be Weird!

They must have spilled into the car from last night’s grocery bags!
It could have been even yesterday morning or just the day before that I had noticed to myself my drawing books on the table were still unattended.
But I had thought to myself, “Well, I already have created a full schedule…”
And then right as my beginning acting class was ending, I happened upon the drawing event.
There were a model, refreshments, ambient lighting, music, chairs, paper on clip boards, and colored pencils.
Ready-made and easy to just slide right in to join.
So I did!
The super cool thing for me is that I have only taken one beginning drawing class – like back in 1998!
Yet, it is clear to me after trying my hand last night at a few subjects that I still have the spark of ability!
Since then, I have rarely tried to draw anything.

The best result of the evening.


Enthusiastic
Furious
Determined
I did not realize until now that the way I express as characterization does not need to match others’ versions.
I thought I was on my way to “becoming normal” like extroverts praised by society.
But the accident smacked me back deeper into myself so that when expressing externally, I must be even more of my authentic nature.
I just can’t afford the excess energetic movement expenditures required by “faking it.”
By Athena Stairs
Material possession
Don’t want no
Hooks in me
Material possession
I’m just tryin’
To stay free
Material possession
I see you temptin’
Pryin’ at my purity
Material possession
Beggin’ that I heed
You’d make me bleed
Covered in your greed
Smellin’ dolla’ green
Material possession
Friend of my enemies
Wreckin’ whom you please
Material possession
It’s obscene
Your scene
Bent over
No vaseline
Material possession
You want that
Hold on me
Material possession
Where my soul’s sold
And spirit’s gone mean
Material possession
Whinin’ and dinin’
Hookers and pimps
Know what I mean
Material possession
Stop diatribin’ and
Just come clean
There’s no end
To your schemes
(Mic drop)
Did I file the appeal, the report, or check for winning numbers?
No.
Because I am focusing on being here, now.
(Title play with words.)
Sometimes, I’m just not going to do something I don’t want to do.
Once was up,
Now down:
Shouldn’t
Frown.
Was all that I had courage, hope, or energy for.
There are different phases of yours that I like more than others, but what appeals most is your spirit’s integrity.
This does not mean that I see you as “perfect.”
Rather, that I know you are capable of correcting mistakes when you make them – and of holding to a course that is defined as your own.
The inherent component.


See the tree on the right?

Title play with words.

What I want to know is would I self-regulate in an intimate, bonded relationship if given the right amount of love and nurturing.
I know that I have tried and self-sustained for “eons” – twice – but that now I have a “complex of love starvation” because in the end, I was judged to be “too needy.”
This conclusion is not the result of accurate data, but rather from interacting with partners who did not have their own internal issues managed – nor were they actively working upon them in relationship.
Listen.
When any two people come together and get close beyond the usual boundaries, I must burst the “illusion bubble of perfection” to say that, “Hey! Issues will come up and projections upon one another are going to happen!”
Like it or not, we are hardwired as a species to need and affect one another.
And we instinctively seek healing within the succor of each other’s company.
Yes, we can do a ton of work on ourselves and make progress.
But the result of these efforts can immediately become challenged and “destabilized” once we reenter into intimacy with another human being, unless the reality of our nature is mutually and openly acknowledged.
Which is why we have to put the work into ourselves and each other while in relationship by proactively addressing and cleaning up the scenes left by previous negative interactions.
We need to reassess our internal paradigms and agree on points for proceeding in order to best sync up together.
That being said, let’s pose a scenario:
I have sustained a blood blister on my inner right forefinger from the twice “mean pinching” of tweezers inadvertently grabbing my skin while I squeezed them closed in tightening loosened nuts that were destabilizing my chair’s legs.
It was shocking and hurt very much at the time when I got pinched once – then twice- which could have been an opportunity for a partner’s compassion.
Say my guy gives me loving attention by empathizing, kissing my finger, making a light joke to get me laughing, and then we have a little snuggle.
(Hey, it’s my fantasy – so let me embellish and enjoy it a moment ;D)
I feel better, and he gets to be the hero.
But the next time something like this happens, will I ache inside if he does not address it the same way? Even worse, will I eventually become angry if lack of response to similar situations continues?
(Here is where open communication about each partner’s “love language” is handy so that “hopes and expectations” can be agreed upon to bridge by representation of some commonality.)
I know I need love and attention, having been the giver and way less often the receiver.
Most importantly, if I was in a truly nourishing relationship, would it be filled with similar responses of care and consideration as to allow me at some point to feel “love fed” and cherished so that “always” and “never” were no longer words that even need be considered?
I had to distance from a budding friendship today due to the fact that our age difference is twenty-four years (he’s the younger); I don’t feel on solid ground due to effects from my accident and very limited income; and that I need to focus upon finishing this music production training program while at last completing my Bachelor’s.
The combination of factors here includes an overload of prehistory in relationship losses and is akin to my needing to break a longstanding curse placed upon me.
I need to focus full attention on my goals to succeed, and thus must keep to my own path for a while.
It isn’t that I am incapable of working through relationship dynamics at the same time as working on other aspects of my life.
On the contrary, I can be a multi-managing wizard.
But, there is just too much combined in this given situation where a huge amount of the responsibility would weigh upon me – including if I were to proceed with the relationship, there would be further pressures from society.
And honestly, I just need things to be a little more stacked in my favor.


Zoom in…see the arched gate where crossing?



I am still grousing…
It’s one thing to have distance and observe something occurring –
Quite another to have the heart strings pulled and one’s face shoved in it!