Author: Candid Corvid Productions

Being with someone on any form of drug that changes original personality seems to make it difficult to bridge communication distortions.

Listening to the leaf blower as she sat in the relative serenity of the open compound courtyard, she reflected upon the quivering inside of her that was learning that it could begin to broaden and slow in its wavelengths.

Being back on a campus now that her children were no longer caught in the ragged throes of their disrupted teens gave her an awareness that the world was truly at last coming to be within her reach.

She had become so used to stopping and being still that her features now would settle as if granite.

How is it even possible and such a struggle for me to feel any self confidence?

I guess I am too busy attending to other things to nourish my own ego.

I mean, what would that process even look like?

Puffing and strutting my stuff in front of a mirror?

Talking nyself up to myself with words of pride and praise?

Maybe I just give out so much energy that only scraps are left for my basic reboot functioning.

And now I am overcompensating due to more injuries.

Why do some people “have it easier” where others seem to not?

It’s all relative, depending upon which angles you examine any given situation.

“I have abilities,” she told him nervously but earnestly.

“I know you do,” he affirmed.

“My confidence is just shakey and insecure because I keep phasing.”

The idea is that God is manifested in our expressions of love and forgiveness.

All the love she had put into him, he then gave to another –

Which is not the best way to show the giver appreciation.

Of love, regard, and virtue.

It seems best to hide one’s insides at times to avoid being ridiculed.

I cut my hair to dissolve entanglements.

Often a facade meant to hide pain.

It is better to be love-starved and alone, than to be in a relationship and still love-starved.

She always started slow and then could outpace the rest once she felt the rhythms of the event and how the others set their paces.

But she turned suddenly from the track, resolute that this race was not one that she was going to finish.

I must be careful about what I form attachments to as I am striving to reach new heights.

That’s it – right there:

I “do not appear to exist.”

Meaning, I am either “just passing through this universe.”

It could also mean that I am “not easily perceived” for my truth of existence.

Or how about most importantly: I am not on this planet to merely exist and do nothing!

My aspirations make a much better story.

The tale of an impish spirit that phased through walls of conformity to prove that love and will’s good intentions are capable of overcoming all obstacles.

It doesn’t need to matter if there is no one to receive or appreciate me.

We must all rise to our own challenges and be our greatest cheerleader.

Just because something mattered at another time does not mean that it still matters today.

Unless someone has a vested interest.

After a lifetime of hiding, it is a delicate process to gain confidence in revealing one’s self – even to one’s self.

Everyone has their own opinions on how their lives should unfold.

I guess mine involves circumnavigating the “fabrics of ‘foundation.'”