Candid Corvid Productions

My pear tree was still there, and we also brought it home, yesterday!

If a man is not my “usual type,” but I like things about him, is this good or bad to pursue relationship?

A few core, simple yet classy additions to our lives have brightened our day.

Youngling and I laughed so hard as we teased each other and squabbled over who would get which crystaline stone treasures.

We found and purchased a gorgeous Paradise male betta with flowing burnt orange fins and blue opal body that we’ve named Diaphanous.

We had a lovely dinner in our favorite bakery restaurant and vied for sips of the latest hot chocolate with morsels of favorite deserts.

Then, we finished the evening by obtaining a few key needed items that also accent and enrichen our home’s ambiance.

PUA sent me back to UI.

Like a game of dear old “Pong” – “g-nip, g-nop!” with me as the ball!

Despite my own needs and desires, I can see people’s vulnerabilities and refuse to be selfish.

This means I naturally build rapport and inherently help to enhance others’ quality of living.

In doing so, I do not transgress across boundaries – even if individuals would do so or let me, willingly.

Instead, in my daily interactions, I deep listen among the multitudes to find traces of the man who can belong with me.

I get fragments of impressions that taunt and elude my arms’ reaching.

He doesn’t seem to be anywhere near me.

I found a bare root dwarf type outside in the lineups of other fruit varieties, but the store was closed, so I could not purchase it.

For several days, I keep returning to get it – but, the store’s hours change over the weekend to where I get deflected.

When I find a spark between me and another person and extend them my friendship, I automatically discover where they need healing – and find that I can provide a piece of the puzzle that they have been missing and/or seeking.

But, when I try to arrange for my own needs, I end up supporting them more than they can actually help me.

It can feel like a bit of a let down on my own quest for healing to not get much receiving.

But, as a healer, at least I get to do what I am here for.

I am beginning to feel that I have Choice, again.

More so perhaps than I ever have before – and between more good than bad.

*Sigh*

“It’s been a long time coming…”

I begin teaching again, doing a little work, and making a new friend.

But, I know what love is for – and how to take it higher.

I will share love, joy, and deep bonding where the sparks happen, and people are willing.

We are all meant for more happiness than we have been allowed.

With healthy boundaries and heartfelt embracing – it’s time to start Living!

Taking turns leading and supporting in a thriving, intimate relationship – what would this be like?

I’ve gotten so close before, but have never been fully invited through the door.

I had desired to have more children of my own.

But, I also know that doing so is complicated.

There is a lot of good work needed in the world.

My partner and I must share a mutual dynamic.

I have one client tomorrow, out of a potential of six.

“Lo though I suffer the little deaths, I shall rise again…”

I got both pups out today, individually.

So proud me walking with each and connecting in harmony.

When I am about to slip, something steps in to divert me.

Which is good because I am tired of being so darn diligent!

I am witty in my own, weirdly fun way…

The one on the right is flying on its back with wings outstretched behind it, neck curled up and looking at the other flying at it from the left with feet extended forward as they are cavorting.