The tears that I cry
Are for love of you:
Watching at distance,
Glorying in your gains.
The challenging part is that
I want to be there with you –
And I do not know how to
Bridge to this being reality.
The tears that I cry
Are for love of you:
Watching at distance,
Glorying in your gains.
The challenging part is that
I want to be there with you –
And I do not know how to
Bridge to this being reality.
She had never met
Someone like him:
A mirror image to
Her heart’s desire –
To her vulnerable
And open caring;
To her generous
And giving spirit;
To joy’s playful
Inner creativity
Being allowed
In the sunshine.
I was overwhelmed by the messaging /
Felt pressured by the improbabilities.
Your reaction was confusing, causing
My insecurity to be less than flattering.
Please forgive my fumblings:
My heart was freshly broken –
And the importance of finding you
Caused me to fear greater losses..
Talking by text to a ghost is not the best way to go:
Much can be misconveyed and misinterpretated.
She had a dream where they were speaking
And something he said made her feel bad.
So she countered with a retort which
Resulted in making him walk away.
Then, feeling like it was too late,
She found better words to say.
As the days began to blur into sequences of events and the lifting of one foot after another to meet marching project timelines, her sense of self began to fade into nothing but the pressing drive of purpose to provide for her family while helping others – and a teetering, precarious balance between expending and recovering energy.



They say to appreciate what you’ve got –
But, if taken away, that’s no longer a lot.
In the evening, pressure should release:
Once tired, what’s left is without peace.
For I know our home is only temporary:
Desire to stay is disallowed to pursaude.
It’s one thing if choosing to live like this –
Always moving shifts with hit and miss.
But, when imposed against needed security,
Prospective novelty looses promised luster.

Can you see the tree’s field of energy charging from the sun’s light?
She wasn’t allowed to laugh when younger. In fact, she was often penalized for being happy.
Unsure of where it was safe to stand, she would perch safe in the trees, warbling alone – quietly.
Until she grew in wisdom’s experience, noticing others who flew much higher
And learned to join in from time to time, trying on their songs as she aspired.
Religion
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The Celtic Goddess of Love and Desire. If you walk through the ancient fields of Ireland, you may discover the Goddess Maeve. Maeve or Medb, Maedhbh, or Maedbh is the Queen of Connacht. Maeve can be considered an archetypal warrior queen. She is strong-willed, smart, and full of desire.
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Zoom in to above the sun…

I bought this today from a local thrift shop. It is a little tilted, but still plays a lovely “Let Me Call You Sweetheart,” nice and slow. Such a darling, delicate find!



Tail whipping up left, head angled downward lower right, feet perched under middle, and wings over its head through sun.

“They called themselves ‘urSkeks’. They were drawn across the universe by the Crystal of Truth. The urSkeks used the Crystal to try and purge the darkness within themselves. But the experiment ended in disaster and the urSkeks were split into two new species: the cruel Skeksis and the gentle Mystics (thedarkcrystal.com).”
Get to the venue.
See what’s needed.
Make Good Happen.

The colored shapes above the sun look like a Brontosaurus on the right looking to our right over its left shoulder and its child or a smaller dinosaur also looking to our right, but its head and neck are hidden behind the foreground tree. What do they hear and see?
I must remove all doubt, all blame, all shame for being who I am.
Being in a State of Unknowing. Dealing with someone who is uncaring.
Dealing with a lack of Justice.
It’s just a recipe for tearing myself apart for being who I am.
I mean, if there’s no logical explanation and nothing you can do to fix something, it had nothing to do with You.
And that’s the sad thing.
And that’s something that I’ve experienced for much of my life, and it’s another reaon why I’ve been independently employed for most of my life.
Because when I give the power of my life to other people to decide, such as being somebody’s employee, being completely dependent upon them for my income – or renting from somebody, being completely dependent upon somebody’s Goodwill for a house, for a roof over my head – I find, quite often – consistently – that it’s not a “equal exchange” relationship.
Therefore, now, while I am employed (I’m employed part-time), I’m meanwhile steadily and attempting to rapidly build my private clientele on the side – therefore, diversifying the eggs in my basket in case one of them breaks.
Then, my whole world won’t fall apart, as has been the case these last three years…and before.
I’ve always had the most job security when I was an independent contractor, when I could build rapport, one person at a time, relationship dynamics.
And, if I came across people who were not of the collaborative, positive mindset, I could see that and I’d give them a chance. Not too far ’cause I don’t want to hang by that rope they’re slingin’ about! But, I’d check ’em, I’d test ’em …and if they weren’t “up to snuff” in growing and evolving, I’d just let them go.
I’ve let a lot of negative people in my life go because they just didn’t make sense and didn’t want to find a neutral ground to make sense.
It’s like, whatever their personal beliefs – fine – but, we’ve gotta have neutral, solid ground to work together, to come together, to meet and work on projects together, and achieve goals to mutual satisfaction and equal status.
I never seek to top anybody. That’s not my way.
But, I do step up to the plate and hold my own ground and promote gently, but firmly, where I think I want our vision to go.
And, if people don’t share my vision in the work that I am providing, we’re just not a match.
And, that’s fine. I have no problem with that.
But, I don’t like other people stepping on me.
And, I don’t like other people using me.
And, I don’t like other people misusing and abusing me…or leveraging me – or having control to destroy what I’m building.
It takes a while to develop
Confident competence
In any new venture.
Winter into Spring, I needed time to rehabilitate my injury and decompress.
I created space to rebuild my endurance, and although I never felt fully rested, I have apparently regained some ability to push myself a little harder.
I am keeping my load as simple as possible, trying to monitor for when I feel overwhelmed – and then offloading any extra that threatens to capsize until the next day when I can better manage.
I made extra money today in a new joint venture which has possibility to be ongoing.
I am trying to press against the membrane of resistance that has been holding me back from succeeding.
Like I said, it is a lot about gaining – and keeping – momentum.

A huge whale…
It is time for Maslow’s to go
Before I take one more blow,
For according to its chart
By now I’d explode heart!
And if I have will to live,
Attention I cannot give
To an ideal so improbable
It has become irrelevant!
A result of insecurity in Maslow’s Hierarchy.
Figuring out how to not take a blow personally is difficult as one staggers under weight of force.

Zoom in…
Can enough beauty beheld
Chase away the darkness?

Can you see the other three immortal horses of Helios lined up?
I told God that I didn’t want to be a martyr,
So became nurturing shield for sensitives:
A guide for souls discovering their purpose;
A friend helping them to voice their opinion.
But, no matter how I try to avoid any leash,
There’s always one reaching out intending
To incarcerate what remains independent –
Rather than valuing diverse resplendance.
It is not so much the climb nor distance
In the perseverance against resistance
That breaks spirit down at end of day –
But lack of matching heart to convey.