Author: Candid Corvid Productions

My queen had called nicely earlier, but since I was busy doing something rarely for myself, she soon raised her voice to an imperious yowl.

When I heard her actually trying to change her vowels as if calling me name, I called back to her, “A-thee-na” – and she was quiet.

Then, she began calling again, so I repeated from a distance.

And then wolf began vocalizing and the hound followed after I asked my queen what she wanted.

The dogs wanted out to go potty.

After getting pushed around too much in the school yard by boys who didn’t know how to play nice, the little girl finally unleashed her anger and pushed one back real hard, so that he would remember her.

The force of a great love propelled by rebirth hit hard against the sealed fortress door, turning backward in its vexation to consume the sorceress within its rage.

When one of two or both tracks are exclusionary.

We come to this plane to find and experience love – for violence can only destroy, where love creates miracles.

When she finally encountered him in person, all she could do waa stop and blink.

I need a good one.

Walking it cuts feet and limb.

Discovering the possibilities, she had to fight internal instincts to not sell out her body.

You seek what you’ve been taught – what you can understand at the end of a long stand.

Attempting to bridge borders into a new land full of encountered resistance can place on an exhausted system too much demand.

In discovering how to unwrap my clients’ pain patterns, I attempt to unwind mine through heat and stretching.

Many paths…

Many people…

Too cautious…

Too selective…

In a Land of The Unclean, you need to be a warrior to stay pure.

It’s me, damn it – it’s me.

They always say I’m to blame; I need to find myself; I’ve got it all wrong.

Well, they are all a bunch of fu***** narcicists who do not know the first thing about love.

It’s me – it’s fu***** me?!

Da** right, it’s fu****** me whose been strapped down by all of this weight of a warrioress’ armor in a land torn apart by man’s ill consequences!

It’s time for me to stop wearing this suit of conscription and keep figuring out how to be free!

The pain of trying to break through one’s own internal barriers to self while being in pain and under severe external performance-for-income pressure is exaboratingly excruciating.

Had it been infatuation, love, or both that she had always felt toward him?

Maybe it was that he was a font tied into the creative source – a master magician conjuring elaborately beautiful visions.

Maybe it wasn’t about their hearts’ connection, afterall – although she always felt her’s tugged, begging the question.

Maybe it was about the sharing of secret knowledge that was able to posiively transform the human condition.

Adrenal fatigue can happen in a Type-A personality lifestyle, for which there can be certain treatments. Any one category of personality has steps that can be best suited for it.

But what is the healing plan for when you have a Type-C that was trying to not be a Type-B, while rolling too far into Type-A overcompensation – then broke boundaries into constant innovation / super-warrior-like leaps of groundbreaking?

As I realize that I was Type-C all along (which to society is a relatively new concept category), I discover I have now moved into yet another undefined personality.

One scenario after the next about how a good man could break a good woman’s heart – only they were replay conversions of feelings from what had actually happened.

If things begin slowly, will they last longer?

By the time he spoke truth to her, the damage was done and she was too angry to receive it.

As my hands are guided by fascial intelligence, energy flows through me by waves of empathic exhilaration as I unlock unneeded tension and holding patterns, freeing people to reach for and embrace their new destinations.

I used to be more of a naturalist when it came to managing my own beauty in that I never considered having bangs.

Then, I took the leap to have them when my eldest was born as a symbolic moving into a new era.

In considering growing them out again, I wonder what I would find has become of the younger me.

Opening a door that I barred over twenty years ago, I find more than a friend – I find pieces of myself that had gone missing.

Determination, against great odds.

I was Noble.

I was Valiant.

I was Amazing.

The people I have loved have not been easy to love.

Each one has been unique in expressing their beings.

I must have creative stimulus.

I must not only survive – but thrive.

Resilient fumes expend by day; charcoal dust left in the fray.

After a given amount of time, if some important dreams keep eluding, maybe it is time to turn away from them and seek happiness in other avenues.

When I was younger, I used to seek my emotions.

Now, they seek me.

I can stay here, though I have longed to fly.

A life here can be wondrously beautiful.

No simple tale.

Epic, yet refined.

Definitive.