Stream of Thought

Wonderful Jewelry

This evening, I put some crystal jewelry on layaway for myself – all earings.

One, I just had to get because it is of a star metal-work-wrapped around rough meteorite.

Literally, a Rock Star – for my song.

The second, a pair of kyanite with a clear line of pure blue in the center of energetic deeper matrix in each of them – classically fetching!

The third is the most representative of my energy: raw rock tanzanite held within swirling cage bars holding each loosely.

For wild magic needs freedom of movement, but it also needs a place to be channeled

Stream of Thought

Of Earth And Air

Tuesday morning on my way to work, a smallish but adult bald eagle soared across from my left to right front.

The bright white of its head and tail were so pure in sunlight that their reflection near-blinded as it tilt-canted in flight.

I thought “what perfect balance” where body of earth glides as head and tail guide through air.

A symbolism of the mind and intuition being “grounded.”

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“The Little Things”

A few core, simple yet classy additions to our lives have brightened our day.

Youngling and I laughed so hard as we teased each other and squabbled over who would get which crystaline stone treasures.

We found and purchased a gorgeous Paradise male betta with flowing burnt orange fins and blue opal body that we’ve named Diaphanous.

We had a lovely dinner in our favorite bakery restaurant and vied for sips of the latest hot chocolate with morsels of favorite deserts.

Then, we finished the evening by obtaining a few key needed items that also accent and enrichen our home’s ambiance.

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Heart Of Matter

Despite my own needs and desires, I can see people’s vulnerabilities and refuse to be selfish.

This means I naturally build rapport and inherently help to enhance others’ quality of living.

In doing so, I do not transgress across boundaries – even if individuals would do so or let me, willingly.

Instead, in my daily interactions, I deep listen among the multitudes to find traces of the man who can belong with me.

I get fragments of impressions that taunt and elude my arms’ reaching.

He doesn’t seem to be anywhere near me.