Category: Stream of Thought

When you are almost out of fuel/money/energy, you can keep pushing – to overextending.

Or, you can give up momentum for a day, and hope resources catch up or reveal to you.

A shelving’s uncompromising corner angle got me in the middle of my left shin muscle, righr along the bone!

Religion is meant to be a guide for people to help them live their lives well, and to act with charity and grace toward others.

It serves many other useful purposes as well, but what sparks religion is a need for this guidance.

And what keeps a religion vital is its ability to adapt to what the younger generations need.

As I brought the heavy shelving into my room with the two drawers full of crystals and miscellaneous importance, I happened upon the musical mechanism that used to be held underneath the lying down white pegasus statue.

It used to belong to my mother, but she had given it to me in my teens

The porcelain had finally broken around when my marriage did, and rather than continue carrying around fragments of broken leg, body, and head (a remindercogvbroken memories), I had saved the music.

Just now, I wound it, and though it played extremely slow, as the first notes struck I had to smile.

All this time in the background of my life, the song “To Dream The Impossible Dreams has been playing.

It has been with me like a friend,, ever reminding my spirit to keep striving.

It’s time to wake up my youngest to unload the heavy stuff.

Mother Earth must love me, for she keeps pulling me back down, whenever I reach for the stars.

Some people are built like fortresses, plowing through and past everything around them – while others are diaphanous, struggling to find barriers against the madness.

The void is not empty, but full of potential from that which has been discarded.

He didn’t want to do or be anything: he was the null to my aspirations.

Maybe what I desire on a deeper level is an easy commodity for others…

We will now have access to nearly anything we could want to do or go to.

Time, planning, and money are always necessities, but we can more easily see our horizons – literally!

The green-grass lawns outside our back windows, gently sloped and beckoning for a carefree romp with the dogs under protection of a gigantic redwood tree.

Please help me secure and keep this.

It’s difficult to see everything when you’re the leader of the pack.

I am definitely a resource specialist…ack!

When one can’t be perfect – but thinks they ought to be.

Can I trust this?

Is it real – can I have it?

One that recognizes when a member is overwhelmed, and takes over so she can get through it

A benign affect of the pandemic seems to be that extroverts had to take steps back, which gave room for introverts to step forward.

Eh…maybe I am no longer partner material.

i am getting pretty sassy as I overcome hardships.

In the past, it’s been about pleasing my partner.

But, I think I’m pretty funny when no one’s looking.

And I like this side of me.

I stare into the white wood amidst painted pink of where the mirror in the bathroom used to be.

Funny how it still stares back at me, blankly.

If I cannot have you as my own, then you can have me.

I will be here for you, sharing my thoughts, warmth, and quest for harmony.

Maybe someday, in some way, you’ll be able to return the favor to me.

I know that you know exactly what you are doing – and now you know that I know it, too.

This is the dance we do – the power you feed upon to grow stronger, as I give mine to you.

An illusion professionals weave and project for enticing followers to fall in love with their personas’ presentations – regardless of basis in reality.

Harnessing it to push past the pain of muscle spasms and inflammation to make the impossible happen…

Issues with card limit and truck price switching to $200 more this morning – what?! – assisted and diverted to the next steps in moving.

Getting out of one’s own way.

A home-made blueberry milkshake with heaps of large, frozen blueberries blended into vanilla bean ice cream!

In intimate relationship, the efforts invested are often greater than gains of returns.

In personal aspirations, one can harness momentum – and leap to destinations!

I’ve managed to buffer in a little more time, for the steps to unfold and proceed.

Like wild animals, humans have needs that need – despite their being denied.

In such situations, I attempt to meld with my passions, to dance with them and give them consolation.

As I do this and don each one’s attributes and depravities, I learn more about being human – and about how we are capable or incapable.

I learn about our strengths and weaknesses.

And I walk the line between them.

Being a delicate spirit, I’ve had to learn how to advocate for and defend myself against atrocities frequently attempting to deceive and victimize.

I can’t afford to be wrecked by others’ instabilities – much like a bird cannot afford to have its wing broken.

Therefore, I watch from a distance, until I can navigate society safely.

My psychologist suggested I needed “friends” after the breakup from my fiance.

She thought that I should just focus upon growing/healing myself.

But neither truths are new concepts to me.

I’ve ever invested in both.

I thought that I was drawn to people…

Maybe this is true, as I am drawn to their hidden, inner truths.

But, now recognizing that I’m a healer, perhaps it is me that draws their truths to the surface.

And once this is done, they no longer have need of me.

When the heart has been lassoed – conscripted to one’s higher purpose – falling in love can seem tumultuous.

But, why fall in love with yet another that I cannot have?

And then, happening upon media status…

Painful.

My soul has always sought truth…and there’s something in him that it has attached to.

I take these wild, calculated leaps – and then get flustered when I land flat, on my face.

I still chuckle ruefully when I think about his asking me, incredulously, if I cared nothing for my own ambition.

Preening feathers from my perch, far away, I would think that asking him to marry me had showed plenty!

It wasn’t that I wouldn’t do it – but had recently attempted something similar, and damage was still occurring to my functional system from that failing, while negative events added.

I don’t feel ready for this move, tomorrow.

I’m the only one driving, funds are low, and I’m reluctant for so many pieces to start rearranging.

Once they do, there are gaps in the support system as we transition.

Usually associated as a positive exchange between people, but in this moment, the kind of ache my heart feels from lost love.

I enjoy people, but usually more so in one-to-one interactions.

I’ve found that individuals are more likely to open up to friendliness if they don’t have peers overlooking their responses.

We all need something to help guide us out of darkness, even if it’s only a temporary illusion.

“I thought we could be friends…”

I just saw a ritzed-up older woman driving by in front of me, unsure of where she was going, and felt something in me snarl at her for taking so long to get out of my way with her cushioned status.

Why? I wondered. This isn’t like me…

But, apparently, the feral part of me just having dropped off things to the Goodwill (and now reflecting upon such hardships experienced here) has just “Had It!” with feeling entrenched in poverty.

It’s only when you can finally leave a bad situation that you realize how toxic it’s been.

I will be driving a 20-foot truck, towing a car trailer with a car on it.

Hoo-hoo-hoo! Hee-hee-hee!

Wait a minute…I don’t want to do this…

Those dreams I was sent…if I were trapped in an unfulfilled real-life fantasy, he would never lose me.

A friend had recently suggested it was the same type of fox that had killed our roosters.

I had said I had not seen the kind he mentioned and they sounded fascinating and beautiful.

Farmers could say what happened was like “an eye for an eye” – except to a different “culprit.”

But, the small predators at least eat what they kill, instead of killing and just leaving the carnage!

As I pack up what must come forward to be sorted, I must leave behind that which did not carry merit.

It was clearly a “miss” – and not a “hit.”

He must have not been worth it.