Author: Candid Corvid Productions

She had tried with lesser men – the “only humans” – but had found to her chagrin that they did not measure anything near to what he represented.

The trouble with striving for perfection is that if you make the slightest of mistakes, it is too darn easy to feel completely awful for doing so.

I guess this is what they mean by being “all in.”

Perhaps it is overrated.

Maybe it’s that I give so much of myself during the day that I am so sensitive in the evening. My resilience capacity teeters.

She was an amazing woman who had developed herself holistically and had lifted her family from potential ruin into the status of “normalcy.”

Helping another person heal requires a type of active meditation, syncing with the state of their physical and mental-emotional well-being within muscles and seeking sources of tension while manually guiding related tissues to help unwind spiral torsion patterns that life and circumstances have entangled.

The process isn’t for others, it’s for me.

But if others benefit by it, this makes me more happy.

She was dreaming she walked along a bouldevard and then into a popular clothing outlet where all the classy, free-wheeling-due-to-having-excess-spending- cash females of varying ages were chattering while shopping.

She knew better than to look at the most current trends of cloth where high dollar was spent, but then the clothes shrank or had some other sooner-then-later flawing appear once one got attached and had imvested so much in them.

Arriving at the clearance racks, she sorted through the picked over remnants, commenting to herself how it was difficult to find a blouse that complimented her large bossom and did not make her look matronly.

There was a loose-fitting burnt-orange-hued strapped blouse – and then she found the prize, suddenly realizing that it is the combination of pieces that makes or breaks presentation of an outfit.

Slipping on the shorts covered artfully in beade-edged mirrors in such a way as to accent her curves and bring flashes of light with every movement, she squeeled with delight in finding a combo representation of her true identity.

I did not get my Sneech shirt, but now with these overstretched tank tops, I get the black Shmoooo!

The thing about dreams is that if you depend upon others to collaborate, they can gum up the whole works by not contributing and/or interfering.

But if you create something all on your own, you can define, set, and surpass the parameters.

Maybe there had always been just one that her heart had wanted.

Maybe that’s why she had left early and arrived, ahead of schedule.

Easier to watch from afar, than have her nose rubbed in it.

I am considering initially presenting my script in comic book form to allow the story to be more easily accessible – especially since tbe second part becomes so dramatic.

It is difficult being a conduit for intention when not all will can be my own.

I do not know why I fear that the money won’t be there.

Maybe because I have heard of the IRS holding onto other, larger business tax refunds

Maybe because we need it to bridge the gaps from holiday drops in income.

Maybe because I have experienced so many irrational circumstances that rational need seems like it would not be headed by anyone.

I obtained a mixed-media notepad and began storyboarding my script. Mostly blank pages for each scene with brief description at the bottom.

I kind of like it, actually, as it allows the reader to project their own visuals and senses.

It is a type of “interpretive art,” which is inclusive to all imaginations.

The last updates to my movie script were dated end of 2016 – until this evening.

It makes a person question any prior enthusiasm toward facing and taking on adventurous life challenges.

It is not fair as it strikes when life circumstances are at last getting better.

It makes a person feel too old to keep anything together.

With technology, we are each becoming more responsible for our own as we gain access to other perceptual worlds.

Conflict between what is and what is wanted by others around me creates so much stress that at this point. I just need to decrease the factors.

As far as the depths of loneliness, and beyond: that is the time to do the work of repairing the soul – until new love comes along.

Certain songs repeat their circulation into and out of my life as times shift and need ebs and flows.

I guess I am made up of only so many trendings, and/or the messaging comes back to me when I need the power they restore to me.

I could be with a man again, if I can overcome the damage while knowing he believes in me.

The two are a synergetic necessity.

I need to be able to trust a worthy man with my heart’s safe keeping.

I guess he will need to prove it to me by being willing to invest in me recovering and further growing.

It is easier to pursue something when you do not have it.

But once it is yours, it must be cherished through all seasons.

Visual translates to written on device – but not into immediately accessible verbal speech once sensors become bombarded by life’s interactive expanse.

It is difficult being rendered mute when my being comprehends such complexities more profoundly than the average person.

Clambering about on the mountainside for three years after previous accidents and work overuse zones on the body developed created extensive muscular cross-hatching adhesions onto bones and into surrounding structural support tissues.

Thus, when I had two seemingly simple falls where I caught myself by the right arm into shoulder, this resulted in too tightly wound fibers microtearing and strapping further into incorrect torsions, causing micro misalignments in the shoulder and hip carriage relationships.

The more I understand the therapy that I give to others, the more I understand how to unwrap my own tension.

What is it like to have only the view from an enchanted telescope that shows no worries, fears, nor tragedies?

This is not the reality.

Having an external environment that reflects the internal self can help lead to deeper healing.

It was the qujet of a quiet where the mind is allowed to expand itself again.

She tried to let it slowly unwind from its coiled intensity to reembrace its natural sensitivity.

It was hard at first to do this as her brain unleashed the charge it had been forced to carry.

I am focusing on courses to renew my license, connections that build my business, and skills that creatively interest.

Migraine neck-shoulder pain screams into one’s senses, sending the system into misinterpretations of fight-or-flight signal reactions.