Author: Candid Corvid Productions

Maybe there’s no “perfectly ready,”
Although misunderstanding can
Lead to inadvertent mistiming.

Having overcome too many struggles, I must rest and reconsider concepts of manifestation.

Returning home after five years puts into awareness that in a way I was forced by circumstances to live as if I was in exile.

Looking through glass shuttle windows,
Sensing for how one would fit in locally.

And so I asked again…

I did not want to spend this time, struggling more – yet more quiet and withdrawn, filling out paperwork, coordinating and organizing through inflammation’s back, shoulder, and nack aches.

From the inside’s drawing depths, the distance now farther to reach surface of the external, I see the light glimmering in ripples.

What matters are the simple things behind the grand gestures: what we underrated – and so buried in overcompensation, trying to be “good enough,” worthy enough to be seen and heard.

Yet, we are enough, just by our inherent qualities and by the simple fact we are existing in this material plane at the same time, together.

Life is much more amazing than we have dared to acknowledge that it can be.

Take the time to let it be.

Find your way.

Breathe.

And Believe.

Getting smacked around by life is not easy.

(Rear-ended at a stoplight)

For two weeks I have been excited, waiting to speak with a local school advisor because I had seen online that they had a Masters in Film program.

Turns out, it was misinformation.

I find out about my next possibilities.

Stepping out into the unrelenting wave of heat to the sound of mechanics loudly whirring with high-intensity, incessant thrumming from the across-the-way car wash reminds me of arriving those two evenings at the airport in Cairo.

My time spent there was behind the scenes, where I witnessed another world’s struggle that tourists have little comprehension about.

The communites there are very similar to ours way down deep in their core beliefs. They value love, honor, and valour.

As summer’s been climbing in the temperatures, I’ve been finding my body remembers those travels.

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shmoo

When we say “it doesn’t matter,” it is important to clarify what aspects about a particular issue we are referring to. Otherwise, something important and relevant to one’s identity might be lost in the wash.

I called in to a radio show to give the awesome female DJ a shout-out.

Then, when she came back onto the air, she returned the favor!

Spreading joy and expressing gratitude to fellow artistic contributors that I meet.

I had purchased from the local thrift store a smaller-sized crock pot for use in the hotel during the several months we had stayed there last year.

Because its volume was less than what we normally need, I donated it back to that thrift store when we finally found a home.

Now, our oven has burned out and there is an unknown waiting time period while the landlord decides to fix or replace it and plans are enacted.

Meanwhile, we need to eat.

I think I found that same crockpot today – and am repurchasing it!

A fun boon is having not just one – but two pairs of “cheap” sunglasses.

When one falls onto the street and gets scratched, I’ll have a backup!

I must focus on developing my own.

It is nice to return to the occasional sense of it!

It isn’t enough to just think of finishing my Bachelors degree.

In order to do so, I need something even greater beckoning.