Tuesday, March 25, 2008

R.I.P. Sweet Cheeks

Stacia, I know you're right beside me. I could feel your presence when I asked you to come back to me. So instead of risking looking like a mad woman and talking aloud, I'll let you know right here. I'm sorry for all the times I was too busy for you. I'm sorry that I pushed you to the side when you needed me. I know you've already forgiven me because that's the way you were....a little person with a big heart. I'm sure we'll cross paths again maybe in another lifetime, or you can wait for me pass the yellow pastures under that ancient purple willow tree and we'll catch up on lost time. I love you sweet cheeks and you are greatly missed.

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

Sprits for Sale???

I was on eBay awhile ago looking for jewelry when I came across a ring with a ruby on it. The auction was almost over so I went to the sellers page to see if I could find anything else. You won't believe what I found......SPIRITS!!!!! They SELL spirits!!!! Can you believe that? They supposedly 'summon' the spirits and bind them to pieces of jewelry or stones to 'serve' you. I'm not saying that I believe it, but the whole concept is completely disturbing!!!! What gives them the authority to choose the destiny of something as sacred as one's soul? They even sell creatures such as djinn (genies) and fey (fairy folk). Oh yeah and the funniest thing about it is that they have nymph spirits to 'fulfill your sexual desires'. Don't believe me?

http://www.creepyhollows.com/

Fate...

She pulled me into her purple dance and I was ever changed...

No matter how hard I try, I can't escape Her. She follows me, haunting the shadows my mind. Fate...dressed in her own unique and mysterious identity, always finds her way back to me. She whispers my name...

Maybe one day I'll respond.

The Little Things...

The smell of burning sage, the cool autumn air, the sound of rain sliding off the roof and onto the porch, the taste of Merlot in coffee mugs, the Parliaments and pot, that little couch in that little room where we listened to Tori Amos and tried to figure everything out, the Corona and bad independent films, the art festival where we drank jack and coke out of styrofoam cups (shame on us, I know...Mother Earth will forgive us I'm sure!) and hugged a bum when he cried because he couldn't read the words on his shirt, the feeling of finally finding our way home...the magic of it all...

Monday, March 10, 2008

Home...

something's missing... can't quite figure out what it is...this shell has become a pemanent part of everything that is me... too hard to penetrate... STUCK....stuck in a life that isn't mine....some foreign soul trapped in a domesticated body.....SCREAM....scream for freedom wild woman...scream from the depths of your soul and run free in the wilderness better known as home.