Myths & Legends

The Stubborn Twig

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.

Stream of Thought

The More I Dig

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?

Nature, Stream of Thought

Surrogate

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.

Myths & Legends

Forgotten Memories

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.

Myths & Legends

In An Age Of Ignorance

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.

Stream of Thought

Of An Age

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.

Stream of Thought

The Visionary’s Blindspot

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.