
“Beloved Ranger”


With the addition of our tiger’s 7 month old successor, the house is bustling and lively again.
Of course, I am overwhelmed and overworked in trying to attend to everyone’s introductions and needs.
But the hound and he seem to be as perfectly-matched playmates (supervised, for sure!), building further upon past precious traditions, and our ranger has someone interesting to pique her interest.
Our wolf, per usual, is aloof and tolerant – and keeps alert for when the food is ready!
😀
“Why would you think your telling me this would make me happy?
Especially since your offer of friendship with me was a lie?”
Sometimes, there can be too much.
There comes a time when
Only one thing can appease
A wounded soul that would freeze
Without ire’s heat to keep comfort.
They may be
Accelerating
But I go
Farther…
Still, they
Are better
Than older men
Who stop trying.
I did not think you would seek to understand me.
Hey!
“I’m great!”
You – there!
I’m over here!
Pay attention to me!
Buy what I’m selling!
Applying to contests
And scholarships
Just like working
Freelance focused
Are things I cannot afford
When scraping for stability.
Believe in me
I’ve said to you
But you ran away
Stagnant blue
What I gave
Was unwanted
My passion seen as a
Threat to be avoided
How can it be that
Men are so blinded
They think they can
Get away with nothing
Expecting the woman
To provide as a mother
And hating her
Just the same.
If one is and has been,
How does one reset?
How can starvation be
Fed to appeasement?
How is one to believe
Nourishment can last
If history limited to
Temporary repast?
A friend helped me yesterday to move items that had been blocking my progress because I could not manage them on my own without causing reinjury.
I hate having to wait for this slow-as-molasses healing.
Those challenge items kept me stuck in disarray for months while I tried to function around them!
So when my friend took her leave and tried to impress upon me that I “had done enough for the day,” I thanked her, closed the door, and dove into the side projects that our progress had exposed.
Of course, today I am suffering in neck pain and discoordination for the overexertion beyond neural and muscular tolerances.
But, I couldn’t let things spiral apart again by leaving various messes.
I needed to capitalize on the sudden clarity and ride its course of momentum.
Motherhood is often about putting aside one’s own needs for the sake of others.
Cello!
Keeps throwing herself into each moment, without worrying if there’s a tomorrow.
“I am not sure that it is possible that I will find a worthy partner whom I can trust and who will work well with me.
I have just not seen any good candidates in my generation, while I have witnessed the decline of valuing values in our society.”
“When I was younger, we moved into a large, two-story home with the original front unit covered in brown shingles, which made it blend well into the environment.
The back portion was a more modern add-on with an additional room below and stairs that led up to an open office and a large bedroom with a beautiful bathroom and jacuzzi tub.
We first got our sassy brown tiger there, and then, our two Somali queen and ranger kittens.
We had small , yappy Papillon teenagers that were loving, competetive, and drove us all crazy – which seemed appropriate for a bustling, thriving family.
And as members of the local 4-H club, we had many varieties of standard to exotic chickens, and our first thriving garden that included young, fruit-bearing trees.
We lived on a large corner sandy lot with a big back yard, a huge elder pine right behind the house, and tall eucalyptus trees draping along the driveway.
There was also a several-nooked, partially enclosed front yard with a simple pond that we put in on the far left corner when looking out from the porch.
Our home’s entrance seemed to beckon and welcome, inviting friendly visitors to come stay and play with us awhile.
I loved seeking out and adding “magical” plants to the landscape, such as soft and fragrant groundcovering chamomile.
Eventually, we even had a family of crows bring their children to visit, and a pair of hawks nested their babies high above us.
It was a time and place for new beginnings as our children entered their teens, and I had so much hope for their having the brightest future.”
He’d experienced the damage his mother had done and felt she should live alone.
Then pushed aside his own loving bride, ensuring she, too, would atone.
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“I could not do what I know I need to do, get nowhere, and ‘save’ imaginary money.
Or, I could push boundaries, invest efforts, and overcome ‘insurmountable’ difficulties.”
I got my boy.
(Thank you, Angels)
She hurt and needed, and it couldn’t be helped without the grounding of another tiger.
(Minus the Sativa)
In order to have the space and “stability” to further develop my creativity, I must focus first upon gaining additional retraining and building a better structure for reclaiming my business in healing therapies.
Leontomorphic – resembling or shaped like a lion
https://www.onelook.com/?loc=olthes4&w=leontomorphic
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Gnostic
adjective
noun
(Oxford)
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Demiurge
(Oxford)
Atiel is the angel of nature, overseeing the protection and healing of animals, plants, and earth’s elements. Ariel is often depicted in art with elements of nature and is associated with the angelic virtues, inspiring humans toward great art and scientific discovery.
https://www.learnreligions.com/archangel-ariel-the-angel-of-nature-124074
Archangel Ariel is the Archangel overseeing nature and the natural world and she acts as a liaison between humanity and the elementals, fairies, gnomes, elves, sprites, animals, crystals, minerals, air, and the Divine magic of the earth
I found today by mistyping that there is a font for Ariel!
“It keeps everything in the air when one was never there to comfort me.”
“Do you ever miss me?” he asked, uncertain if he had a right to.
“Of course, I do. All of the time,” she replied. “But, I got my heart, mind, and soul back by breaking things off with you.”
Little blessings.
“Having checked out two places, and feeling socially mortified – not from the staff, which were friendly, but from the feel that I just don’t belong there.”
“I’m so done with ‘paying it forward.'”
“I do not like having to walk in it, as if deserving of purgatory.”
“You know those cues a woman looks for to figure out how her man is doing and what he needs – and then, she needs him to, in return, be attuned to her?
Well, every time the cues would come up for reciprocal caring, my ex made sure to avoid them and go in the opposite directoon.”
She is such a class act.