Category: Myths & Legends

“I had thought I could forgive him anything.”

Even though he eventually tried to reconcile, she could not forgive him for what their children had already endured, and for what they would still have to go through.

“He took it all away from me; from us; from our children.

Because he was afraid to redefine what it meant to be free.

Because he did not truly see me.

For if he had, he would have known that any wrong could have been made to be right between us.

And he would have reached out to embrace life – rather then letting hope whither and diminish.”

It could be expected that I would extoll its virtues.

But having not read much for years, finding old friends in book form means facing memories of loss.

For I once had a life I loved, full of books and the promise of better tomorrows.

Back when I believed in love’s power to overcome anything.

But it is the human spirit that must remain resilient.

Countless centuries
Condemned to walk these wastelands

Either to be used and discarded
Or keep vigil, alone.

“What did you do, you fool?! They will never forgive you!”

“It is not for them to forgive -but to repent millennia of humanity’s mistreatment!”

Their beauty lured by irresistable charm the unwary into lover’s harm.

But once transformed into a mortal, love’s bounty became barred.

Oh twisted fate!

At last able to feel it –
Yet to be ever denied!

The rare stone’s opalescent liquid fire droplets of Autumn-hued rainbows cascaded up and down across its perfected surface in sequential shifting patterns, unbroken by pause or flaw’s deliberate intention.

Its promise knocked upon her heart’s seal, as if still sleeping deep within her being was a Fae Queen ready to be reawakened.

What if we only asked for what we truly needed, and greed’s avarice was no longer encouraged nor permitted?

There did not seem to be anyone she could speak with about such ponderings, except maybe the other common people around her.

So she began posing the greater questions to them in passing, and was surprised to find others beginning to think more like her.

After expending effort, her confidence would plummet.

Perhaps it was better she stayed on her own, for she waa always automatically listening.

Upon being awakrned, the first thing she did was find a way out from the entangled machinery.

The longest night of the year, where she felt all of her energy just pulled inward to draw her down to rest among the sleeping roots of Mother Earth.

She knew that she should feel accomplished for the feats of overcoming that she had so far accomplished.

Yet, she just felt exhausted and discouraged.

Can be transformed into opportunity by the associated energy being tapped into and repurposed through spiritual alchemy.

“Don’t!” as she placed her flat palm on his chest to stop him from taking her into his arms and kissing her.

“But why?” He asked her, huskily.

“Because I love you so much, that if I can not have you, to feel it unreturned would tear me apart.”

Abruptly and forcefully ejected from a field of providing healing therapy, she transitioned into one that was personally and creatively rewarding.

When the sun fell down and her energy was withdrawn, she felt ashamed that she could not do it all.

She realized that she must become her own.

“It seems as if nothing has changed since I last met you. We are older and perhaps somehow more wise, but it is as if how we were together was placed in stasis of a now-opened time capsule” she remarked upon their reuion.

“I’m into a guy’s mind and the intelligence by which he applies his knowledge to expand upon the greatness of his powah,” stated the flippantly red hair-dyed, uneducated waitress with her hand on cocked hip and a cheeky smile.

She liked wearing the minimal ones, uncaring as to whether or not they complimented her face.

She thought them a hilarious addition when in the lab, and chuckled to herself occasionally when she remembered she was wearing them.

For like a wild horse put to saddle, underneath her reserved exterior she resented having the need of their aid in order to fit into and conform to society.

As she withdrew further from external societal interactions, she acknowledged that she was weary from being responsible for everything on her own, yet her children were now of an age where she began to have more freedom.

She thought that perhaps if she retreated inward with accelerated velocity, she might come out in an entirely different direction with a refreshed perspective.

It wasn’t a crime to care, but she needed to no longer give her energy where it was not equally reciprocated.

What I realized, finally, was that I hadn’t needed them. They had needed me.

With a rustle then surge of her powerful wings, she left behind trappings of commoners to search for her ideal’s prize.

With true friendships being so rare, she felt the need to have more people get to know her.

She enjoyed generating, fascilitating, reciprocating, and receiving.

What I do have that is MINE is my Integrity – and I do not take kindly to someone I have trusted causing injury!

“Position of power” addresses it lightly – and it is more intricately complicated that this.

The relationship must have congruent compatibility elements beyond basic categories.

Those hidden inner workings must appeal and be naturally drawn to the surface.

She liked to keep out of trouble.

People are an essential resource. And if we are turned against each other, we can be divided and consumed like disposable units.

Quivering while accessing her online past business account, she strained against her body’s resentful reaction to its natural talents being forcefully turned inward.

Restless and
Dissatisfied

An ardent dreamer
Unafraid to materialize

From inception
To manifestation

Belief’s faith in humanity
Without compromise.

Keeping out of reach while igniting others fires might be the best positively influential position.

Ronny Cammareri: Playing it safe is just about the most dangerous thing a woman like you could do. You waited for the right man the first time, why didn’t you wait for the right man again?

Loretta Castorini : He didn’t come!

The more she knew and understood herself, the more she began to think perhaps it was better that she continued to be on her own.

They were by that river’s edge, next to the overnight inn, and the late afternoon sun hedging toward the day’s setting was amber-lighting the whisping gold in her hair.

They were just talking about nothing important while feeding the wild waterfowl, yet more was there, growing between them.

Simple moments shared within a singular timeline…

And they were daring to care.

The rabid creatures test the firelight,
And the sword’s arm keeps swinging.