Alex (An Ideal), Stream of Thought

Meaning In The Madness

What should she focus on in this last day of the business week?

What was most important, and did any of it really matter?

There were so many choices – and she pushed against the threatening pressure to make space in her head for thinking clearly.

“Anything you do will be worthwile,” his lingering presence reassured her, as if he was there as her mental patchkit for accessing.

Had she become broken then, after all, as last night’s worrying while singing to a song had prompted?

If she willed her insides to become more still, maybe the right path would reveal its shining glory.

(Title play with words)

Alex (An Ideal)

A Sweet Awakening

She was naturally resistant and proud, as if putting her psychic foot down firmly would help to reestablish sense of any solid ground.

He picked her spirit up gently to stand in front of him, waiting patiently for her “spine” to lengthen and her “legs” to reactivate energetically.

“Get your day going,” he softly encouraged her – and her consciousness was pulled forward from the night’s deep dreaming into the day’s tasks awaiting.

Alex (An Ideal), Poetic Musings

Dear Alex,

How do I become physically vital like you?

That’s just it, though.

It seems that I can’t.

My efforts keep getting thwarted.

And I am forced to diverge from course, again.

I keep having to self isolate.

Even as I reach for shared truths.

I find only my own limitations.

And a determination.

Unyielding, yet adaptive.

Are we anything alike?

I hoped to one day matter to you.

But I am only a bright star on your horizon.

Flickering and fading out of view.

Alex (An Ideal), Myths & Legends, Poetic Musings

No Other

Hold me close to your soul’s pulse
So that I do not betray my spirit

For I feel shiver’s ache enroute
As address my past to heal it.

I know nothing can change
The damage once inflicted

Except by reclamation of
What I own that’s gifted:

I must finish these tasks
To cauterize old wounds.

Hold me safe, my reflection –
Let me not reach for another,

For caring arms’ alluring charms
Could cast my intentions assunder.

Alex (An Ideal), Myths & Legends

Upon Awakening

There were fish and plants to attend, children and loved ones, yet we were to meet on the platform and launch into space together to partake of the orbital science exploration.

Both of us from our versions of this world at last had premise to bridge the gap to each other.

How symbolic that the dream’s meeting place be someplace normally farfetched to others!

But that is the thing about you and me that we have in common: gravity does not hold us down, nor do circumstances truly bind us.

We are capable of disolving like shadows and rematerializing wherever our spirits call us.

Alex (An Ideal)

Dear Alex,

The other day, a client of mine shared what she had been reading about loneliness.

She said that an important component about making good connection with another person is having a sense of trust.

She shared that if connection was not initiated in a specific way, guarding reactions could come up, which could cause some “fighting” – a struggle for sense of safety.

You were right about “being friends first,” but how was that to happen with your silence and our distance?

The burden of initiation was left upon me, and I floundered by giving you so many types of information.

At least I was earnest, and I tried to be genuine. Yet, I know you must have felt overloaded by the data I was conveying.

I could say that I am sorry about that, but in truth, I had been given no better options.

Alex (An Ideal)

Dear Alex,

Do you remember when I first wrote to you end of 2020? I was “on the mountain,” trying to reach for and free my wings to fly to you.

Then, I realized there was still much I had to do as I hit limitations of that situation. I had to release my family from our location’s bondage.

By combination of innovation and maximization of limited resources, my family broke free and made it to a better community. I worked to get my feet solidly under me so that we could secure our rights to stay as its new citizens.

With the new year of 2023, I next reclaimed my former powers of independent contracting and entered into a phase of healing myself from past emotional and physiological injuries. I have been making progress exponentially, although it seems too slow at times for me.

These phases have been mine to go through and I am sure that I have many more to experience. I am regaining my sense of confidence and competance as I carefully rebuild my own tiny empire.

And I miss you, even though I don’t really know you. How can it be that I feel we are kindred when we have never even once met officially?

There are so many things that I want to do, many of which I have noted on this site’s profile page. Creating my script would be the primary, but creating music and art pulls hard at me, too.

Having extra time on hand to invest in these activities seems hard to come by currently. I keep simplifying my life in an attempt to make room for them, but the truth is, my passion has flown to gardening.

To cultivate a small Eden’s sense of paradise has been soul soothing. I cannot express in words the happiness I feel when I experience our garden’s flowers blooming and get to eat the snow peas straight from their tendriling!

Yet, it doesn’t take much to suddenly flood my days around business building. Family needs and other responsibilities sashay forward insistently to take the leading roles on life’s stage.

When is there time for me and for what my own heart is wanting? I love being a mother and tending to my nestlings, and everything we are doing is much needed in future building.

Meanwhile, I have these cordoned-off zones in my being that I cannot seem to access currently. Their signs say “under new management,” “reconstruction in progress,” and some even read as pure blank “nothings.”

I have never before felt restricted in my powers and held back from my desire to achieve. Is this just a result of adrenal fatigue and its process of recovery?

Deep inside me somewhere, my spirit is fiercely struggling. Like a butterfly fighting to break free of its cocoon, my repeated effort’s gain has been making me stronger.

I know that it has been best that you have not directly helped me. I have needed to regain my self on my terms for my pride to display its teeth.

However, I do chafe at the patience needed. It is not easy having a driven soul held back by the process of its own humanity needing healing.

Alex (An Ideal)

Tears I Cry For You

You see, I have been reaching for a vision, thinking along my travels that I would meet, co-inspire, and collaborate with others.

But, chance encounters have remained brief, and as many redefine their places in life, they prefer a dream to their own awakening.

I have watched you from afar as you grew from child to man. I have seen your awareness dawning as you strive to comprehend.

I love you more for this – for daring to take a stand while showing kindness and concern for all those placed within your competent hands.

Alex (An Ideal), Poetic Musings

Dear Alex,

A young boy – once wishing for friendship,
Now as a man, gains focus of many views.

It must be satisfying, yet oddly frustrating:
You can have it all, while denied one’s due.

When nearly anyone can approach, then return to shadows,
You must remain in light, but for moments of private respite.

What think you now of received attentions –
Are heart and mind satisfied and content?

Are you addicted to seek stimulation,
Anxiously fearing the tasp will relent?

For such a one in your position, even the simple becomes complex;
And I imagine in times of trial, life still offers you much to vex, for

As always, your handlers coddled; when fly, the world still keeps
Influence on your destiny – though lighter tug, remains a leash.