
See the mythical creatures gathered around to greet and warble joyfully at its arrival?

See the mythical creatures gathered around to greet and warble joyfully at its arrival?
Buying back the vehicle and repairing it vs. investing in more debt…
In this moment, what counts as stability?
What defines my continued freedom, physically and spiritually?

Having it turns purpose into completed projects.
Making Fun
I Want To BE.
I had asked for help regarding my work, car, and life in general.
I had felt stuck in a rut that I could not get out of despite my best efforts – despite continuing to try when I had so little left to give.
The impact knocked me out of all of that and is rearranging everything.
For better hopefully.
I keep striving.
I work in the eye of the storm to ensure whirling elements settle where they best connect to provide ease of flow in the system.
Under pressure.
People utilize the resources they have – and when they run out, they must innovate.


It has an oval aura – see the top arc in the enlarged photo?

Zoom around and see them, two above and one dark below.
As components mulitiply rapidly in their branchinh complexity, I discovered while in process of making a smoothy that I had poured the frozen blueberries into the yogurt – rather than the blender container!
Being out of work and having to attend to every little detail and piece of info regarding working to resolve this accident situation has become a full-time job while scrabbling to regain stability.
The requested assembled shifted restlessly, seated on the hard, creaking bleachers – which I have always thought of these mechanisms as a trip-and-fall liability waiting to happen – so a sense of anxietal irony pervaded the air to me.
Subtle sighs of grateful relief could be low-audibly detected as the participants were invited down onto level ground to sit by groups in solid chairs nestled around large tables offering refreshments and writing implements.
One group for “colliders;” one group for “receivers of impact.”
They then proceeded to share their detailed stories.
When I had strained my lower-mid back birthing my youngest and then took a hit to my back from the horse accident, these same zones were affected.
But now I was more injured from trying to prevent harm to other people.
I’m a product of jangled components.
When I saw them hurtling toward me,
I had no option to maneuver away –
Thus turned to face the danger.
In myself, I had not considered the pain from underlying injured muscles.
That was quite a detour: raising my kids and trying to be there for a friend with a disability.
It’s my time “to grow up” and expand into a new reality.
The nagging, throbbing pain in my outer right thigh is from my stamping down hard onto the break pedal to keep my blue dragon from being hurdle-slammed into the car in front of me!
Where I was ending up
Did not spark creativity.
Bless-ed neutrality!
To be understood
And granted merit.
Where there’s jatter,
I veer away from it
To counteract
Nerve pinging.
Apparently, there are classes on foal training.
(Title play with words)
I would like to learn techniques
So that my intuition can better
Demonstrate how I’m diverging.
I thought that
If I walked them
I would be satisfied –
Yet, I haven’t been.
I wanted it…
And because
I grasped for it,
It slipped from
My fingers.
Engaging imagery
Inspiring allegience
Makes admiration
Value the essence:
I understand levels
You are striving for
But am not sure
For what purpose.
I had found someone
With whom I might settle –
But “settling” would be
The “death” of me.
If I stopped seeking stars,
I’d find myself in love’s arms
But in reaching for heights
Solid ground’s behind me.
The name appeals to my instinctual tendencies as both Aquarian and Pisces being visionary and productively peace-loving.
You may tell me
It’s for the best:
I must concede
“Proof’s” behest –
But this doesn’t
Ease loss I feel
Or protect
Innocence.
Today I must say goodbye to my beloved steed.
I do not want to, but have to.
For safety.
It is hard to leave my companion – my friend – that has sheltered and provided for my independence and family.
My lovely, vibrant beast must be retired – yet, what green pasture awaits thee?
I advance successfully in certain directions, granted access to diversified interactions.
But I struggle when there is not enough inspiratiom to surpass my limitations.
My blue dragon’s mushy suspension from its age-worn years is what saved me.
I was planning to visit my parents soon, but the smoke in the air had an oppressive energy.
I felt it was unsafe to go outside for errands, but was driven to by the charge of inescapable anxiety.
Soon after, chaotic energy collided with me.
Pleasing to the eye and
Soothing to one’s spirit.