

See the far off dragonlet on the right to center coming home to its waiting parents on the lower left?


See the far off dragonlet on the right to center coming home to its waiting parents on the lower left?
I must learn to become this regarding my own flights of creative-expressive whimsy.
She didn’t often pray to God nor ask for “angelic assistance.”
No, she was much more determined and innovative than this!
But, she did often ask for postive guidance from the universal elements
I guess in New Age terms, this could by default include “spirit and master guides,” as well as “animal familiars” and nature’s energies.
All of which could also include God and the angels.
Meanwhile, her crystal minerals gave her a sense of stability when psychic bombardment became overpowering.
Yet, she was not interested in “sacred rituals” beyond the very simple perceived necessities if something in the air seemed negative or life seemed to become too imbalanced.
And, it is always good to reinforce sense of self protection and to refocus one’s intentions.
Yeah…
She was more of the tenacity that clings to the belief that a twig fallen off from a tree should have its own right to root, sprout, and propagate its seeds for reforesting depleted biomes.
Acting is playing pretend in profoundly meaningful and innovative levels.
Yet, writing’s creation develops entire universes.
Being a visionary, I tend to observe patterns and realize that I am not in the same “giving to others” capacity as I have been through my earlier adult years.
I am still generous of spirit, observant-empathetic, and lovingly caring, but I now need to carve out space for my own self to exist while attempting to push aside event and circumstantial wreckage.
In other words, it seems that I have a lot of “personal housekeeping” to attend to.
I don’t even want to talk about the lifelong persecution complex I seem to have had plaguing me – it already attempts to divert my attention from what really matters to me!
If I begin creating and producing my own projects and fulfilling my own personal dreams, will the messaging at last recede?
It is wonderful to hear the proud neighbor’s she duck squawk-call her irateness from a distance – yet to not have responsibility for her happiness.

I heard them coming before I saw them fly overhead, more serene in their calls than other flocks’ usual.
I was astonished to see a smaller goose flying amidst their v-stream, keeping a moderate pace with them – though it seemed its wiings were more quick-capable.
Perhaps the flock was less distressed, having taken on this extra traveler.
Or maybe its presence fit something they had been missing and needed.
It would be great if this time would last where I am buffered and supported as I recover.
But it has been my experience that grace periods get cut quicker than I could adapt if I relied upon them.
She decided to faze out the part of her life that she could no longer attend to.
When she had returned to elementary school after summer, rumors had spread there about her, as well, from the well-to-do families.
The teachers treated her with abruptness and cruelty, and she was often terrorized by the bathroom-stalking bullies.
With abuse also happening in her home while mother was away, it was with a thin grip that she held onto nature’s beauty.
Before it became safe to expose generation’s atrocities, she happened upon what some of the adults were doing with the younger children.
Trying to help her peers got her outcast from community circles where they called her a liar and “wicked.”
The kids were warned she was pariah, and once-friends called her names at her passing.
Her grandparents fought being ostracized while her grandfather negotiated to keep his job and position.
She knew she had been right to protect the other young ones, but paid dearly for illumination.
She was pressured to say publicly she had made a mistake – yet instead accepted isolation as punishment.
It seemed that from the beginning, she was ever searching for love.
Where there have become broken places, instinct seeks healing.
She had bartered her life for his, but at too great of a price.

Zoom in to see the curling arm and bicep.
Society demands I have old, dry sinew – but there’s more to explore for much better review.
I was forced to be still and not express art;
They beat on my head to break my heart.
They called me a liar, when I spoke truth:
Now I’ll be brilliant from ashes of youth.
Being with someone on any form of drug that changes original personality seems to make it difficult to bridge communication distortions.


Listening to the leaf blower as she sat in the relative serenity of the open compound courtyard, she reflected upon the quivering inside of her that was learning that it could begin to broaden and slow in its wavelengths.
Being back on a campus now that her children were no longer caught in the ragged throes of their disrupted teens gave her an awareness that the world was truly at last coming to be within her reach.


She had become so used to stopping and being still that her features now would settle as if granite.

With freezing night temperatures, winter is an inevitable fact which must be greeted warmly.
How is it even possible and such a struggle for me to feel any self confidence?
I guess I am too busy attending to other things to nourish my own ego.
I mean, what would that process even look like?
Puffing and strutting my stuff in front of a mirror?
Talking nyself up to myself with words of pride and praise?
Maybe I just give out so much energy that only scraps are left for my basic reboot functioning.
And now I am overcompensating due to more injuries.
Why do some people “have it easier” where others seem to not?
It’s all relative, depending upon which angles you examine any given situation.
“I have abilities,” she told him nervously but earnestly.
“I know you do,” he affirmed.
“My confidence is just shakey and insecure because I keep phasing.”

There are no real known reasons.
Make the best of it!
The idea is that God is manifested in our expressions of love and forgiveness.
All the love she had put into him, he then gave to another –
Which is not the best way to show the giver appreciation.
Of love, regard, and virtue.


It seems best to hide one’s insides at times to avoid being ridiculed.
I cut my hair to dissolve entanglements.

See the guitar and music stand?