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Tuesday, October 05, 2010

I noticed something odd today. When someone identifies as 'gay' or 'homosexual' I automatically dismiss them as a potential dating partner. In the instances of men, this makes sense. The catch is... I do it with women, also. This makes less sense. Why would a lesbian be un-date-able? I am interes . . . ()

Posted at 04:32 pm by Anjelle

Wednesday, April 07, 2010

Sleep is kind of important. I'm usually pretty good at it, too. But lately I've had a few nights where I just can't get my brain to stop running. I've tried meditation, but after about ten minutes, the thoughts come flooding back. I've tried writing, but what I really need is someone to talk to.Hubb . . . ()

Posted at 09:36 am by Anjelle

Monday, March 15, 2010

I've been wondering lately if I'm really a good friend. I see the constant interaction on Facebook, and I don't understand why I'm not a part of that. Why don't I spend more time writing to the people I care about? Why is it so hard for me to call, or to make arrangements to get together?Then I reme . . . ()

Posted at 01:02 pm by Anjelle

Thursday, February 18, 2010

"The divine mysteries of nature are above and beyond the power of conception of the limited intellect. They must be grasped by the power of the spirit." --Franz HartmannI went browsing an antique shop, and found a book on magic. Go figure. So far it is very interesting reading indeed. In the preface . . . ()

Posted at 08:32 am by Anjelle

Wednesday, February 03, 2010

What is bursting out of the earth, also sprouts from me. Life. Change. Renewal.It is nearly spring once more, and the energy is building for that first rush. It's time to prepare to push out of the silent darkness, and into Being.I was laid off from my job.I loved my job. I love the people I worked . . . ()

Posted at 11:26 am by Anjelle

Friday, January 08, 2010

I wander through words about cloth and time, and I am inspired. Not because the objects are beautiful, though they are. And not because the writing is done well, though it is. There is a sense of peace in spirit that travels through everything these people send out to the world. There is a lack of s . . . ()

Posted at 03:20 pm by Anjelle

Monday, December 07, 2009

Both of my grandmothers are still living, and yet when I speak to the crow in my mind, she is Grandmother.My mother has none of the qualities of a big cat, and yet when the panther appeared in my dream, I called her Mother.I find myself wondering if this is subconscious pretense or true spiritual a . . . ()

Posted at 11:53 am by Anjelle

Wednesday, September 02, 2009

Sometimes we fight. I don't mean that we just disagree and argue a little. I mean sometimes... We cry, and yell, and lose any semblance of sanity. Sometimes I feel like ripping into someone with teeth and nails 'til blood flows, and I'm pretty sure that I'm not the only one.It used to leave me feeli . . . ()

Posted at 02:52 pm by Anjelle

Sunday, August 30, 2009

"Trust in the love you have forgotten..."They're right. I forgot. For a minute there... I forgot everything I ever was. I became someone else who knew nothing of love as a force, only an item.I had forgotten that it is not divided through the sharing. It grows.I'm sorry.I could make excuses. I can a . . . ()

Posted at 06:28 pm by Anjelle

Thursday, August 13, 2009

My mother and father divorced when I was very young. Two years old. Or four. Something like that. Not long after, my mother and I moved out of state. I saw my father on holidays, and during the summer, when I was a kid. When I hit my teen years, it was more during the summer, and maybe Christmas. . . . ()

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