Category: Myths & Legends

Sometimes, she saw when the shift needed to happen. Sometimes, she became the answer.

The queen disliked that now her isolation was of even greater necessity as she preened her wings in the slanted sun, perched delicately upon an enclaved precipice.

She saw the other dragons farther off, circling even higher, and took comfort in the fact that at least she could now shadow them at times, carefully gliding.

An uplifting and encouraging sense of possibility.

Knowing that it could not be corralled nor tamed, they learned to grab onto to its mane as it was passing – and leap onto its back to ride it to their own purposes.

Where I am going, most others cannot follow:
I must reforge the design of my sword, alone.

What could it matter that she’d been called to seek him out, when her attempted audience with him had been rebuked by its being succinctly discarded?

Yeah, yeah – keep trying.

She was good at that.

He would respect that.

Her innovative tenacity was well proven in its successful accomplishments, despite history’s adversity.

She was more than capable of finding the route(s) best suitable to get her to where she felt she should be going.

She would create her own paradigm of status with more proofs to her track record.

Her resume would be undeniable in its validity.

But it would take time.

And because there were now other factors in place which deemed, according to her values, the direct approach to be now inappropritate, she had no choice but to remain indirect.

She was no longer sure that her hope for authentic connection with him was something right that she ought to pursue.

He seemed closed off and focused on his own line’s paradigms.

How to learn from other people without allowing their code to infiltrate her own programming.

She had learned that quality interactions are the ones that really mattered to her.

Therefore, as she matured, she could temper the immense sense of loneliness her being felt when around strangers.

She needed to be careful.

When her heart’s source attached to another’s, she automatically sounded for and was affected by their tambour.

Sometimes, reconnecting with one’s ancestry can be of benefit. Yet, other times, it might reawaken what should be kept dead and buried.

As she slipped into the water quietly away from the burning boat, careful to not make any splashing ripples, she kept her efforts hidden by its form as she swam smoothly, submerging and reemerging only briefly for air as was needed.

Luckily, they lit the funeral vessels only at night. She supposed it was so they could all witness and experience the full effects of the pyre’s blaze enveloping and consuming everything.

She was not sure how she could reconnect with her children once she found sanctuary – or if it would ever be safe for them or her if she did so.

But she knew their people’s mythology should not be the end of her life’s chance for a new beginning.

52 for me is like waking up to find that (again) all we have been taught is lies, and that the universe has been here waiting for us to reach for and expand upon our innermost positive capabilities.

They promote “happiness” to help keep us dreaming. But what if more chances actually happened in reality?

With advancements in technology, we are now capable of making our dreams become realities.

She was grim and uncertain, with a type of gruff exterior – until she met with the younger ones who restored her life’s motivation.

She had the ability to “enter into other worlds” – and to come back out again, shining.

And this is where the girl in the mask sobs.

When I had strained my lower-mid back birthing my youngest and then took a hit to my back from the horse accident, these same zones were affected.

But now I was more injured from trying to prevent harm to other people.

The male physical therapy specialist told me in a dream, “A complex molecular matrix that makes up stars…this is where you come from, Athena.”

“Message received.”

(What do I do with this info?)

Inner muse once used for others’ purposes, I release thee to use your gifts as deem worthy.

To create an empire of dreams.

Your designs were brilliant in sending me those two dreams.

These themes spoke to my deepest desires, and so fashioned a man into a dream to ignite my drive’s passion to recover myself by striving.

Would that you were here in this reality.

Perhaps, then, it would be you I would also seek.

After she gave the crow family an apple in passing, they told their community about her.

That evening, a crow family came to roost in the backyard trees.

Now her family and the crows take turns sharing and observing each others’ antics.

Scientists have surmised that stars, planets, and other spacial matter are what we see glowing in the heavens when we look up at the night sky.

But what if these supposed “objects” are pinholes poked through the dark fabric of time from a blinding white light on the other side where other intelligence views us and seeks to understand itself through our eyes?

I get attached to my stories, for they are my memories. They are my experiences.

I feel sad when I have to leave each one behind like a trail of bread crumbs.

They lead back to where I started from, and they lead right back to me.

Crows and squirrels, mice and bugs – even the roots of trees – may consume what I have done, thankful for this temporary sustenance.

Like a mythical creature born to roam as the only one of its kind, I continue forward to seek the sunlight’s dappling.

If it was to be the light or the dark, she preferred no court at all.

For both of them were jaded, and she did not want to fall.

On his death bed, he finally summoned her, after not speaking with her for decades.

“Do you now see why I denied you?” he inquired, gesturing at his declined state. ” I wanted you to live your life free of me – free from this – unhindered and happy.”

“I regret nothing,” she replied. “Except every minute lost that I could have spent with you.”

There once was Scottish king who married a Pictish princess to bring peace between their lands.

But this king soon chose to throw away the olden ways and embraced the growing powers of Patriarchy – casting aside affections for his wife and eventually banishing her from his kingdom.

As their son grew to manhood, he formed his own tribe, breaking off from his father’s ways and attempting to usher in a new age where the best of both philosophies helped people to live in unity.

He had sought out his mother and found that she was not the witch his relatives had claimed her to be and saw the usefulness and beauty of balancing nature with technology for a more balanced synergy.

In time, he fell in love with a strong-willed woman who shared these ideals and they created a society that was flourishing in balanced symmetry and inclusivity.

However, the angry tide of greed’s violence toward all gentle things not conforming and paying found them and crushed their people in an onslaught of murder and trampling.

The mother saw the wave as it came and her soul cried out for being unable to save anything. But most of all, she cried for her son and his newly found bride having their love taken from them so brutally.

Before she died, she imprinted the story in deep cellular memory so that truth of what happened could someday be accessed by future humanity.

Centuries later, a young woman had a dream about her future child to be born having the same name as the son. She felt what that mother had felt and that she was somehow her reincarnation reborn in time to repair the lines that were broken.

She knew that her child’s soul was the reincarnation of this prince, and that when he later met a certain girl whom he fell in love with, theirs was the love shared that had once been taken.

Staying just out of sight, we hide in the light: compelled to stay, but we’ll never betray our duty.