
Face downward with wings above.

Face downward with wings above.


Zoom right.
I do not mind being there for a partner when they are going through hard times.
But they have got to fight to be there for their own self.
And they have got to fight for me.

I dislike the power that certain sets of circumstances leverage which pressures consciousness to process perceptions negatively.

It’s one thing to agree on a decision together.
It is quite another to have one unwanted and disagreed with insisted upon.
And then, finally, to realize that maybe it is for the better that things ended after that long pause.
Because he wasn’t a good match for you anyway, girlfriend.
He would have been too entitled and inattentive – no matter how much you gave your all.
Some things should not be tended to as much, whereas other things are left without needed nourishment.

A new phenomenon has been occurring.
After I have looked at a younger man while asking for help in a business or navigating through my classes, they soon seek out their partner, as if to show me that they are taken.
Cause and effect could be coincidence, yet they seem directed toward my acknowledgment.
Which seems to me hilarious because youth in my book is becoming overrated!
Perhaps it is my no b.s. attitude which makes them feel a bit prey to predator.
Or maybe this is the season where new couples connect more in public.
But a diamond in the rough.
“I don’t know how [to stop running].”

A double blended, half-caffeine Pink Drink (TM) and a double side order of Subway meatballs.

Does detailing only part of a car count for a day’s good efforts?
I guess for now, these are the limits.
Although, when examined closely, “either” implies “one” or “the other” – whereas “or” could imply “something yet unseen and of even greater potential.”
It is a blessing to be able to sit in front of a flickering fire as the gas range blows heat upon my shivering toes and limbs, infusing warmth where the winter sun cannot even begin.
I am beginning to wonder how much my physical injuries have always affected the confidence of my nature, causing me to be cautious.
Since I was born, I have been injured.
Pulled out backwards too hard and then not too long after, sent head-first into brake pedals.
These two incidents alone would set a mark on a child’s development.
Then, later ensuing invasions of mind, body, heart, and spirit before the age of ten…
No wonder it has felt like I have been in a war-torn nightmare version of life’s mimicry.
No wonder I have reached out to help others with potential who have been on the brink of falling, because I understand the pressures that work upon a person’s soul.
And it is difficult for me to have to curb this instinct for advocating.
Coiled into myself while sitting with legs propped for a moment before I extend limbs and will to shampoo three vehicles against limitations and warnimg twinges of my latest injuries, I cynically laugh at the dream I woke from this morning.
I had been coordinating with other healers to have a center with therapy rooms attached so that when I could resume, I would no longer feel so alone in providing.
The people I had asked had agreed about the desire to feel connected, yet as the dream faded, I realized that the way things are going, my return to that line of work is not possible within this next year’s planning.

See the middle-right leaf sprite opening its arms to joyously welcome in the sun?
The fact that some people “reel others in” under the pretense of wanting close bomding – only to then push against the love they claimed to value in order to “fit in” with their society – is alarming and a huge part of the reason that our family units are fragmenting.
This and that premise presented,
But not yet endurant congruency.
Turned out to be a farced request
As truth revealed injury in motive
As everything desired to overcome
Was embraced to blockade passion.
There was always something gratifying about providing for her dragonlets and watching them happily feed.





We all have our own versions of freedom.
Music
Bachelors
Transformation
It feels like I’ve got 2% of me
Left that is capable of thriving
If a partner added their own 2%,
Together this would be doubled –
Which in love’s realm multiplies,
Building on energy exponentially.
But until capability is met equally
I cannot afford further distractions.
One might not think that an end can be a new beginning, but when one heart has remained by subconscious default somehiw still waiting, it can be good to finally infuse awareness and know that it is time to close a once valued, open door.