Month: June 2026

A Woman's Plight, Altered States

I Had Wanted To Cook,

Candid Corvid Productions

“But instead came home to the house still reeking of dog urine.

How?

Why?

Where?

Who and What already having been determined.

Turns out that the lining under the couch has been sagging, so this absorbed much of – as well as hid – more older large pools that had traveled and gathered under.

Thus results another hour or so of dedicated labor to cutting out the lining, mopping, and remopping over the area and onto any tracking I’ve created while managing.

And I find myself realizing, “I just can’t do this anymore…”

A Woman's Plight, Altered States

Brimstone

Candid Corvid Productions

“As I woke up around twelve pm to another round of the cat yowling on my one day “off” there was no way for me to get dressed in time to get the wolf out, so she peed again in large puddles that ran into and under furniture.

Which means a whole ‘nuther effort-layered, careful mopping venture while I have her tied to the front door, out of the way, eating breakfast as I navigate – and I’m sitting paused and writing in the kitchen, noticing pain in my cells from carrying overload as further fume toxins pour in around me from the sink walls because I need to have the air filter turned on.”

A Woman's Plight, Jaquar

Emissary

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The black jaquar padded forward into the masjid from its phazing, subtly seen portal, sitting down with no sound within the edge, and waited for her attention to acknowledge its form blending withon the sanctuary’s shadows.

Positioned to her right, it seemed to ask why she was praying to a man’s desert god as her tears glistened with heartfelt emotion.

She had asked to know the truth and to be guided along her own soul’s path in her struggles against societal resistance to stay true to and advocate for a man far away in another land.

And now, a sacred cat from the lush forests such as those of Origin’s creation had arrived, giving comfort by its strenth’s warm, resilent presence, reawakening and reminding her of her own greater mysteries that were being traded for a life of indenturement.

A Woman's Plight, In Dreams

Waiting For You

Candid Corvid Productions

She found herself at a different house, on a different hill, and a man closer to her age that she had known once was vital, like she remembered when he used to complain of wanting to lose a few pounds.

He was “up to his old tricks,” finessing in his professionalism as he always did so well.

And he was still well situated and longing for that “perfct” person to come play a partner in life with him.

She dreamed that happy childen came to visit because he knew much of the neighborhood community, and she was losing weight there being in a neutral environment without cirtisol constantly hitting.

In fact, her curves were about to be, for once, eye popping.

But she stood there in the middle of what felt like artificial tranquility – which is something that only the financially established can simulate.

There were no threats of danger beyond mere challenges of the stock market and managing consumerism.

She could stay here, “forever,” and be provided for as just a version, a fragment of herself.

And she had to admit that the thought of letting go of her struggles to just become a place holder without conflict somehow seemed tempting.

But she told him she wasn’t “dating” until after the new year.

Still looking outward on that internal shoreline, she was aching for another, and waiting.