Author: Candid Corvid Productions

I am filled with it.

Yeah.

I’m terrified.

But, I keep striving –

I keep living, anyway.

The greatest loss is when people turn away from love. We are designed to give and receive it.

There is no flexibility between
What a man wants and doesn’t.

Do you know how hard it is to find someone who can relate to you?

Who can understand, empathize with, and absolve the darkness that clings tenaciously, discoloring every bright moment you would claim that would be lost without their belief in you?

And how precious it is to spend what few moments we have in their presence – knowing that just by their very existence on this material plane with us that everything is going to be ok despite the hardships?

Where I feel “comfortable” may resonate with my identity easier, so I need to be more gentle with myself when I step out of my “normal” zones.

Having one ‘s self empowerent restored can make one happy in the world.

I do not have much closet space for clothing.

Since skirts may be hung from hangers and a rack may be hung over a door, I have decided to hang my skirts behind – yet “on” the door.

It feels weird to break the patterns of conformity.

I guess it’s like coloring outside of the lines.

I’m enjoying stepping beyond prior limits.

It’s a simple thing, really.

I just never had the time to wear them.

They were completely impractical to the lifestyle I was living.

Although for some reason, I began collecting them while on the mountain.

It wasn’t safe to wear one when there were snakes and the potential need to run from a cougar.

Then, I began wearing black all of the time – with work being a professional scrub outfit.

But once spring’s heat arrived, I was forced to create a new habit.

Now, I am wearing skirts frequently.

And their fabrics swishing around my legs feels divine.

As I experience healing trends in my psychology, I realize how much I have had to carry as I get to set down those burdens.

It elates me to be able to see this constellation from our driveway.

Before I colored my hair, I went at it to lighten the weight of it again with major relayering.

Longer hair is for those women with an agenda to look a way, specifically.

I just need less burden to swim through these emotional waters.

At last my biceps are again revealing their muscles to me.

My heart is heavy, filled with depression from losses of missed chances.

Not from my own inaction, but from the inaction of others.

The languished wasting.

My life is progressing on a better track now.

It is overwhelming to think of how long I have struggled to find a good current again.

I could just let it carry me where it will down an easy stream.

But, how do I offload this weight to keep from drowning?

“I don’t know how to be happy around you.

I am dependent, you see, on how happy you are feeling.

If you are down, it turns my smile into a frown.

I cannot help this because I feel empathy so strongly.

I need a partner who understands this about me and who will help us to relate dynamically.”