She was aware that she was aware, and that she needed to belong.
But she was also aware that when she was around others, she synced too easily into their wavelengths.
This was not something that she could allow to happen, arbitrarily…
She was aware that she was aware, and that she needed to belong.
But she was also aware that when she was around others, she synced too easily into their wavelengths.
This was not something that she could allow to happen, arbitrarily…
Safety
Honor
Trust
Intimacy
Devotion
Protection
Support
Healing
Growth
…
(My Love, what would you add to these?)
Tears that fall for another.
Come home. Let me catch you when you fall. We can figure out what it all means along the way.
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This always just scratches a happy itch for me.
“Do you love him, Loretta?”
“Mom, I love him awful,” she replies, happily smitten.
“Ah, God that’s too bad…”
(‘Cause then men drive you crazy once they know it! Lol)
She had to stay with the ship to protect the others, for it was never an option to abandon them.
Her sea legs had gone missing.
Much like the prow of her ship from past collisions, her hip and shoulder were twisted from recent effort to swab the deck.
She had to believe that just as the world kept turning, so too could circumstances shift – and undercurrents could still carry them to dry land.
All she could do was try to manage the losses, which was a repeating theme that she could barely rally any more courage for.
She wished that he could be there for her and help her overcome these trials, but she had no flares – nor even faith that he would have seen them and come for her.
She had not allowed herself to rely on help from a man in these ways because it had been her experience that men these days would usually abdicate leadership responsibilities.
Even more though, however, she longed to feel his arms around her to be able to warm her bones with his heat and share comfort.
When no longer any wind to steer the helm by?
Keeping panic at bay so that she could keep assessing for alternative currents to follow was becoming more difficult to navigate.
—
(Ocean terms…)
She was pretty certain that she couldn’t even swim, anymore.
She had always had abilities to salvage it before, and had hoped that she could at least reach solid ground before it capsized.
It seemed that she had no other recourse, and it churned her stomach into knots.
She had begun to think of how to get the others launched on a “life boat,” for they would be able to go farther without her.
“Tell me that you need me, want me, love me…”
She reflected on how it was kind of funny that she was practically baring her teeth as her hackles raised and she repositioned herself whenever a male who wasn’t him would get to close to her.
Song repost February 2023
Something definite that she no longer had.
—
(Multiple meanings)
“Listening to the Beatles’ original, ‘The Fool On The Hill,’ the song on the radio station suddenly goes dead air – and then this version with Smooth Jazz Sax comes on…
I don’t think that the song was supposed to be so sexxy.!”
Because she could not “see” where the needed undergarment had gone to.
“It’s important for you to know that I am not just innocence, sweet as pie…I’m also a street-weathered Hellion.”
“I think my thrift store saving stability and safety grace find was a pair of the most comfortable ever Bean (TM) Boots!”
(“Legendary” through L.L.Bean)
Along the river where willows part
Lying on a blanket blessed by stars
He wrapped his body around hers
Sinking to depths embracing love
Her eyes spilling over tears of relief
Mirrored his request to never leave
A promise both gave in bonding
Their souls through mortal coils
—
(You & Me, My Love, as I passed from dreams into today’s reality)
In trying to redefine needs
It’s hard to recognize ego
Oh, that’s right!
She’d had a most wondrous dream where these birds like a cross between parakeets and cockatiels had come to her from the wild blue, and played in and out of a portable cage that she provided for them mid-traveling between destinations in her and their journeying.
One especially liked to be touched and held and its feathers fluffed and kissed – it loved lots and lots of soft, cooing, fluffy kissss that she would give to it from her heart flame’s rekindled warmth and fascinated adoration.
And as she alliwed herself to delight in their not too loud warbles, she could feel the shame and regret of sticky failures that had not been her own, but were cast upon her by the dispersions of other humans and society still clinging to her from when she had lived and tried but been weighed down by dependencies in the past – now next levels expanding currently.
And she worried that she had no consistencty in routines nor stability nor funding to help care for their happiness.
All she knew was that a small flock of the most magical creatures had found her, and they were singing and fluttering all around her, landing on her shoulders, taking turns letting her touch, kiss, sing to, and cuddle them – with the male leader playing the most with her and seeming determined to claim her as his home.
She couldn’t tell if it was from circumstances, or physical injury.
They said that she did not have a sustainability plan, despite the proofs of her past and current efforts that she gave to them.
They were vague and used words of censureship that she had not earned, nor deserved in judgement against her.
Was one of her favorite things about him.