Candid Corvid Productions

Were they better for each other as strangers?

Or together, would they enhance humanity’s ascension?

A sign said, “Hitches: designed and installed.”

I thought it said “Niches.”

Would be so useful!

That it would take so long to find a place that feels like a home has been a journey.

I thought I had found one before – but realize now how tenuous those prior connections.

When they first met, she was seeking a relationship – but he was happy on his own.

Then, he sought another’s relationship – and she learned to accept being happy on her own.

I can understand why some women choose to only have loose relationships.

Too often, a man will lose interest after he has gone deeper than a woman’s surface.

Where are the other die-hard romantics?

Former talents rush in to carry me forward.

Adapting to the needs of an adventure unfolding.

The men I have loved all came from some form of broken family that had dysfunction in it.

Is that it, then? Seek a partner who has had a good upbringing?

I came from many broken families – and yet, I still put the work into myself.

Is that it, then? Look for a partner who has put work into their self?

But then, how does one avoid a man’s getting too attached to his ego’s image?

How does one find a man of strong spine, yet who also enjoys mutual affection and lets his feelings show?

Ten years ago, we officially divorced, and the other day, we agreed we’ve reached nuetral.

May our souls rest in peace.

Amen.

She could feel more children waiting to be born, and as her belly began to swell over time, aching in their absence, she began giving up the search for their father.

“She’s so ‘relatable!'”

(It’s a good thing…)

Today at a carnival, I drew the card of The Queen, and I thought, “Where is my King?”

The lovely reader helped me understand that a queen does not seek, but greatness seeks her.

But, I am too restless to sit on a throne and be waited upon.

I carry greatness within me wherever I go – and good luck, I guess, to my King trying to find me.

I am out in tbe world helping people and chasing sunrayed moonbeams.

I have a hard time thinking that I am beautiful.

I know that I am: I have a fierce independence masked by fragile innocence.

An interesting combination over which I could chase my tail forever trying to reconcile.

I instinctively shed superimposed expectations to where I am surprised at times by my own candidness.

And I could spend a lifetime trying to understand this.

In all of my birthchart, I have fire, air, and water, but I do not think that I have any earth.

Maybe that is one reason I love it so much: it is the one thing that I need and so I yearn.

The new norm and max that I intend in helping.

Not everyone fully understands the concept. For most of us were born with the need, yet, many have been denied.

I realize now that what I was driven by other forces to become back then was not the true me.

I was held captive – enslaved by dependency.

By autonomy, I have been able to dissolve the webs of deceit that kept blinding.

As I sorted through the items today, I wondered what causes me to still live like this.

It is startling to see how much trash accumulates from day-to-day functioning in transit.

I am usually going from one event to another in my car, drinking and eating along the way.

When I come home at night, I am too tired and it is too cold for me to want to sort anything.

So on trash day (if I did not miss it for the week, lol), I am out there digging through various bags to separate trash from recycling.

Do I need to judge against myself for this?

I sometimes feel as if I live like a gypsy.

It often happens after sundown, and most especially after I have worked out.

I guess I am just concentrating all day, holding myself together to maintain a path for self and to provide for others.

The vacancy of my energy leaves me bereft and lonely.

Shoulder aching like a beast, I rise to the challenge and seek out authentic connections and networking opportunities. With every sucessful interaction, we are creating and strengthening rainbow skeins of lightworking.

I had planned to slow my pace for more balance, but it has again ramped up. The difference is that I decide when I’m flapping or gliding.

She was startled to realize how powerful her energy was becoming and could feel her heart’s yearning tapping into the earth’s matrix, seeking to align with and call forth her partner’s.

As she held the pendulum with her left hand, fingers poised downward, she centered it over her open upward right palm, leveled near her heart.

Making sure she was not moving the swinging point with her wrist, she became aware of the energy field pushing out from her chest.

Surprised at how well she could feel this, she began concentrating on intending the field to move in different directions.

After she brought to tool closer to where she could feel it was inside the field’s boundary, the crystal began to move in directions of her intention’s swirling.