Even after she disconnected, she had yet another dream where she proved her qualities over the vapid superiority of another.
Why were surface facades still valued over deeper levels? Why dream of that family’s inclusiveness as a desire?
She knew how to be on her own, and being on her own as a genuine contributor was better than being with others who did not truly see her.
Why was I saved from engulfing oblivion?
What purpose here in absent communion?
30 years.
10 years.
3 Years.
1.
For all of my hard work, on my one day off I wake up with a crimp in my neck, causing a migraine that won’t relent.
Is my life just layers of suffering? When the pain comes, this messaging imbeds.
It is difficult to trust others these days – though perhaps, it has always been this way.
It seems to be just a matter of time before you are seen as Expendable: either it happens upon initial contact, or becomes an inevitable.
One’s own spiritual and intellectual strength.
I am being directed as a catalyst to help move people on to their next positive levels of purpose.
I enjoy this while in the specific role as a healer
But, I do not like it when I am used for others’ selfish gains.
I am angered when left empty from greed’s drain.
Let beauty no longer be only skin deep.
Let it come from Within.
The only text reply I was given upon inquiry was “It is what it is.”
It seems that I am a Knight without an Age of Chivalry.
Did I mention that we have to move again?
The landlord won’t say why – and I struggle every night to not pick myself apart over it.
It is likely because we needed Covid Relief help, and although we made sure that the landlord received every rent payment and this is our first month back on our own feet, it seems that we have been judged as “less than worthy.”
I seem to be able to help the people who come to me in real need. It is a blessing, an honor – and exhilarating (though exhausting, lol) to help set them free of chronic discomfort and/or adhesions from past injuries!
See her standing in the fork of the tree, her face aglow as the setting sun’s beams? A leaf dolly clutched in her left side hand as she looks at us – trying to understand why we would cut down so many growing things, without asking permission of Nature’s Sun King.
When I mention anything about money, scammers try to contact me.
These are things that Can, Ought to, and Will end.
When one closes, another opens…
Zoom in to around the sun…
What made a target was need.
If no longer need, no longer a target.
They say Truth reveals when you are ready.
But, I do not agree with control’s debating.
Agreeing, to help strengthen –
Even if don’t agree, personally.
To love without fear of others’ retributions –
For anything worthwhile is always attacked.
She was older and
He had been green
When forces collided
Revealing the Unseen.
Neither responded well
When initially discovered
Their hearts were linked
By more than any destiny.
The tears that I cry
Are for love of you:
Watching at distance,
Glorying in your gains.
The challenging part is that
I want to be there with you –
And I do not know how to
Bridge to this being reality.
She had never met
Someone like him:
A mirror image to
Her heart’s desire –
To her vulnerable
And open caring;
To her generous
And giving spirit;
To joy’s playful
Inner creativity
Being allowed
In the sunshine.
I was overwhelmed by the messaging /
Felt pressured by the improbabilities.
Your reaction was confusing, causing
My insecurity to be less than flattering.
Please forgive my fumblings:
My heart was freshly broken –
And the importance of finding you
Caused me to fear greater losses..
Talking by text to a ghost is not the best way to go:
Much can be misconveyed and misinterpretated.
She had a dream where they were speaking
And something he said made her feel bad.
So she countered with a retort which
Resulted in making him walk away.
Then, feeling like it was too late,
She found better words to say.
As the days began to blur into sequences of events and the lifting of one foot after another to meet marching project timelines, her sense of self began to fade into nothing but the pressing drive of purpose to provide for her family while helping others – and a teetering, precarious balance between expending and recovering energy.
They say to appreciate what you’ve got –
But, if taken away, that’s no longer a lot.
In the evening, pressure should release:
Once tired, what’s left is without peace.
For I know our home is only temporary:
Desire to stay is disallowed to pursaude.
It’s one thing if choosing to live like this –
Always moving shifts with hit and miss.
But, when imposed against needed security,
Prospective novelty looses promised luster.
Can you see the tree’s field of energy charging from the sun’s light?
She wasn’t allowed to laugh when younger. In fact, she was often penalized for being happy.
Unsure of where it was safe to stand, she would perch safe in the trees, warbling alone – quietly.
Until she grew in wisdom’s experience, noticing others who flew much higher
And learned to join in from time to time, trying on their songs as she aspired.
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The Celtic Goddess of Love and Desire. If you walk through the ancient fields of Ireland, you may discover the Goddess Maeve. Maeve or Medb, Maedhbh, or Maedbh is the Queen of Connacht. Maeve can be considered an archetypal warrior queen. She is strong-willed, smart, and full of desire.
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