Author: Candid Corvid Productions

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A Woman's Plight, Altered States, The Accident - As Of 10/10/25 Early AM Named "Clyde" (Short For Collide) Because It's Funny And I Deserve Mirth At Its Expense, The Shower Accident 11/14/25

Thematics

Candid Corvid Productions

She saw a sign saying”Bernard Malamud, ‘A New Life,’ and recognized that a new life was what she was indeed heading toward.

But she didn’t want to read the book because she was tired of so much messaging pounding upon her from every angle to get her to let it have its influence.

The title itself enough reinforced the truth  of what she was wrestling with – for certainly, there was no going back to what she’d had or was before.”

A Return To Innocence, Reclamation, Songs

“Every Time – I Think Of You” (Song)

Candid Corvid Productions

By Athena Stairs, November 20, 2025

There’s a place I know
I can see it in my mind

Where the ocean’s ebb flow
Meets the shore at high tide

And the waves crashing lap
Where the fullness presides

Under bridging overpass
Along cliff’s curving glide

A place where elements meet
Forming bonds within the air

Makes my heartbeat sing
Knowing we can meet there

Along this cove that’s discreet
Where people won’t stop and stare

Where given time to unwind
We’ll feel the depths that we share

And when the waves will receed
We’ll find a contour down there

Revealing hidden treasures
Gathered wealth we can spare

And then we’d journey onward
Through the tunnel high above

Grab a plane to somewhere
No one else would think of

And I’d gaze upon your face
Trace each scar as we embrace

We’d learn that we’ve found the place
Our dreams can trust in Heaven

And if you ever doubt reasons
That brought our hopes to surface

Just know I’ll be here every season
And love’s reborn with greater purpose

—

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Lone Wolf

Black Wolf

Candid Corvid Productions

Having retreated back into her human form in desperation to stop injury’s pinging, she could not understand his language nor intuit what he wanted from her.

He stood there stiff-legged with hackles flared, growling at her and asserting his will – but when he realized that she couldn’t “hear” him in human form, his anger shifted into deep irritation and the intensity in his eyes began softening.

His aggressive direction backed down as he searched the perimeter with eyes, ears, and nose sensing and turned his side to her to indicate that he was there to protect her.

She carefully reached out and touched his thick and now smoothing luxurious fur, finding his warmth and comfort radiating out toward her as he accepted the gesture.

And when she laid down to rest again among the thickly piled fall leaves, he padded around her a couple of times – then curled his back up against her’s to provide needed support and keep watch as the night vigil’s guard for her.

A Man's Journey, A Woman's Plight, Male Bonding, Unicorns, Where Demons Tread

You Make Me Believe

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She’d had to allow the corruption to become a part of her in order to survive, neutralizing and owning it while bound to its puppet strings.

He’d met her there in the darkness – had called out to bridge with love’s intention, awakening the passion she’d held under tight leash as it ignited her need to embrace him.

But when she saw him suddenly in person in a brief glance shared that none before could ever compare, her hidden innocence suddenly recognized his hidden innocence – and two pairs of wide blue eyes starled back to their cores in a flash of white gold brilliance.

Transformed into unicorns and both confused by their suddenly repairing souls’ clammoring to take this union seriously, their high spirits kicked up heels in overwhelm – and tossing heads fled to opposite directions for safe distance.

A Man's Journey, A Woman's Plight, Male Bonding, Where Demons Tread

Finding Love In A Friend

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She came upon a singing class practicing low pressure, cozy outdoor performances in a little cafe outer nook with supportive atmosphere.

He was there, phasing in and out of his younger to now form and they linked somehow at distance.

Both extremely shy in person, their nerves became more secure over time during the practice as when one would look toward the other the other would receive and give back just a tiny bit more.

“Yes…hello…I’m here…I like you,” careful yet clear signaling throughout the session passed between them.

Toward the end of the class, she sang a little over the recording, just trying to get the words smooth and right, and then he followed, lightly playing with stretching tones upward.

By the end of his song, she felt some slight confidance inside bloom where she never had before – and got reinforcement from his glance lingering in her direction that he felt the same, too.

Her heartbeat quickened as the class began to end because she felt the first sense of real hope that he would want to spend time with her – and that maybe their connection would grow and become something that they both could keep, instead of something shallow that often quickly ends.

—

(Last of last night’s dreams)

Altered States, Lone Wolf

Heart–Wake

Candid Corvid Productions

She was dozing, trying the fall asleep, when suddenly directly in front of her a huge black wolf snarl-lunged as it loudly barked with challenging admonishment toward and back away from her face with jaws wide open baring fangs to make sure that it had captured her attention while directly staring into her eyes.

Her heart and body jumped, startling her awake from this sudden vision.

A Woman's Plight, Altered States

I Saw “Signs”

Candid Corvid Productions

“Yesterday, the sun and clouds blazed brilliant – as if sendings from God and/or the universe.

I have not posted photos, yet, because the visual impacts on my mind are a lot to unpack.

And I don’t understand why I see such things – as if granted a peak behind the veil, or a definite message to keep me going – but then my life returns to gray survival mundane modes.

What do I do with – what happens to that energy?

Does it restart my soul’s vibrations so that even when the mortality of me despairs, my soul somewhere, somehow ‘knows’ greater things are unfolding and gains renewed purpose, so I will keep going?

Because I can say that right now, the mortality in me is very much too tired and 8 with these patterns of struggling.”

A Woman's Plight, Where Demons Tread

Dear Friend,

Candid Corvid Productions

“So this issue regarding the marriage conundrum is still a thing…

There seems no way to escape that door shutting after a couple marries and they are ‘shoved close into the room of their lives’ together.

From what I can surmise, the only way their relationship will have a chance to survive and grow is if they unpack everything right then and there – truthfully and honestly while identifying strengths, weaknesses, goals, dreams, desires, where they are vulnerable to outside and internal influences and strategizing and committing to be a team dedicated to each other’s mutual flourishing.

But most people don’t know this about marriage needing to have a blueprint or survival kit – and then suddenly the ghosts and ghoulies from inside and externally decide to come visiting.

Pressures, ‘babes’ – they get squeezed, pulled, crushed & compressed, and then project negatively onto each other for it.

I’m just speaking of the casualties – the ones who don’t make it.

I don’t know how those who make it get through this stage – except to say that it would seem to be an essential part of due diligence to at least discuss these things prior to marriage for ensuring that the couple at least starts off on a same page that they could return to and refashion for reconnection and rebonding with each other.

And, I can say that having already tried longterm relationships without marriage, something vital in commitment was always very much lacking.

What do you think about these concepts, what has been your experience, and what do you think could work well to ensure evolving success in partnership?

A Woman's Plight, Where Demons Tread

Dear Friend,

Candid Corvid Productions

“I’m not ok.

I’ve been literally set back.

I am needing to dissociate.

I couldn’t remain exposed and overextended.

The reality is that I am alone inside here.

And who and what I am is withdrawing due to the injury.

I mean, getting smacked by the universe turning and dumping me onto my head is just purely unnecessary.

I am in shock and not progressing on things even to prior limited capacities.

I am upset somewhere – very upset.

And lost in the undertow of things.

And you are not here, so what is real?

I reach out and just find me.

I need more than this to keep bridging.”