It's strange, It's fun, It pushes my elastic boundaries and each small communication blip leaves me smiling. I have not had a pen pal since before I was a teenager. And the strange thing about this person is that everytime I compare us, we come up opposite. Sun signs: Cancer (me) Capricorn (them) - opposite signs. Venus in: Gemini (me) Sagittarius (them) - opposite signs. Female (me) Male (them) - opposite genders. Married (me) Probably never getting married (them) - opposite commitments. These are only a few examples. YET even stranger we have fantastic discourse about a range of topics, and it could be that because of our opposite natures, we are able to 'see' more of life's varied expressions. It is almost as if through the paradox we find our commonalities: both artists, musicians, and writers who love love love exponentially no matter what.
Anyhow, MG, you rock! And I am happy to have found you.

Only Saturn can calm Life's shifting sands
long enough to uncover my Catalonian
with jewel-eyes plucked from the Mediterranean
who left like a lover, though always a friend.
Sparkle-eyed beauty of years past -
I though passion too fleeting to last
after years of friendship only.
Tell me why I feel so lonely
without the warmth of ancient fire
that burns with much more than desire
more than lust, much more than greed?
I find his shadow in many deed, a seed
I didn't want planted without me
across the vast grey didtant sea
in a surrealist home I've never known
so very far from my own.

Saturn reveals the turning points in life.
Includes my fears of 17, confusion in strife.
The one who wears the Crown of Aragon
could not convince my heart to be torn
away to his beloved home, and beyond...
Back then a year seemed impossibly long,
and now it passes to fast to grasp!
Across the sea, too far to travel -
Oh, inner strife and fear does now unravel
the decade like your blinking eyes
holding back, unable to lie.
My heart-star about to explode
in realizing I couldn't wait to be old.

And now I am aged and more awake.
I stay in one place, I live on a lake
tending to those who have filled this decade.
Many promises and memories we've made,
together we've weathered such violent storms,
managed to build a loving home and grow
into something not easily torn apart -
intertwined in time, soul, child, heart...
But Saturn is mischevious mystery,
testiing each detail of personal history
So I found my friend once again!
Successful and happy he's been!
I can't help but share on that positivity,
let it penetrate and inspire me,
let it add to my eternal fire of Hope,
turning it into words, clay and color, to cope
with the emotions that take over me
when I think of what could now be
if I let him sail my heart across that sea,
knowing it would never truly leave!
I'd have had no choice but to chase after it -
leading me to a place I'll not ever get
to now.

 

My brother moon! I was filled with excitement

To share experience of life & enlightenment

To relieve

Soon it was my Grandpa's time to reunite

With loved ones beyond the veil

I felt dead

You were there, helped me be the Phoenix

The Mountain, the Beginning after the End

Alive again

I'll never forget your compassion, sincere condolence

However impossible it is to reciprocate, know this:

Hearts will mend

My heart did, after you disappeared I resolved

To making friends with all the fears

In my head

I held my family close after taking them for granted

I swore I wouldn't waste time chasing for

What never was

Glad to create the strong circle of caring people

To find my mate was not in Puget, but on my doorstep

My Last Because

"The only constant in Life is Change" - Remember?

Learning the same from losses and gains

Life's true beauty

TITLE: There You Go Again: Orwell Comes to America

TEASER: Top experts, journalists and luminaries to debate politics and propaganda at the New York Public Library.

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Finding out I am pregnant and due on my own birthday in June was the most importantly exciting and exhilerating experience this month. A close second was telling my family the news as they are full of support and happiness for us. The third is telling my boss and him telling me not to worry about getting in right away in the morning (because I have total morning sickness!) and I won't have to use my sick time for the time missed! I feel so incredibly blessed...!!!

I have a cousin who is one month older than I am, the beautiful Carisa. Everyone thinks we are sisters because we look alike and are very close, but our mothers are sisters. Although life has taken us down different paths, she is who I feel most similar to. I have a husband, house, child(ren) - a more stable path perhaps. She has lovers, a few places to crash, and two little dogs - a less stable path. But we have the same things at our core: unlimited love to give, a creative soul that cannot stop expressing, a strong work ethic and a penchant for the unknown. I am so thankful to have her in my life!!!!!

I am an Administrative Assistant and I truly enjoy assisting other people to help them reach their goals and help the company that pays me to reach their goals. But I have never made my job or career a major part of my identity. I am a creative person and I have a job to pay the bills and to facilitate my creative endeavors. I expect that if I become popular in those endeavors, that I will be making money doing what I love, which is truly the ideal I strive for. I, however, understand that our society does not compensate their creative population as well as those in more analytical professions. At least in the USA I do not feel we are in any type of renissance period, too busy starting wars and bailing out big business and other such cursed calamity. So, could I do what I'm doing now for the rest of my life? The answer is yes and no.

Funny I just changed my profile pic 2 days ago. I was just bored with the previous one. Also I sortof look like this butterfly alien fairy, minus the wings, but if I had wings they would be like the Purplish Copper that inspired the wings on this painting. And my hair is only firey in the sunlight. Also I have feet.

 

I walk through grass lengthened by the rain

And an unusually warm September

Squirrels perched like one hundred furry ornaments

Ravage bunches of black walnuts

And send them roll-thumping down the roof

The lake cools the breeze before it comes to me

Dragonflies ride invisible pogo sticks

Landing on spent lily stems or the back of my hand

Curious bees sniff and circle and I keep still

I am the only one who need not forage

Just to harvest the orange-green swirled tomatoes

And spend time at the market once a week