Lothlorien
I took the oppertunity to visit a place of majik and beauty on sunday. I went with someone who inspires such majik and beauty in everything I do. So as one could imagine, I was completely overwelmed.
Lothlorien is a place of love, and although it wasnt there that I fell in love with the woman of my dreams, it was nice to be there with her there. Many of my experiances of late are bridging two worlds.
I am a changling, a fey, a creature of such places like Lothlorien. Most of this last few weeks I have been seeing out of two pairs of eyes. The eyes that have only the present to account for, and the eyes of something infinatly more majikal than that.
I remember things ive never done, forget things i have, and merge the two into my current reality. I know nothing of what im doing or wher im going, save that im doing it filled with love.
Lothlorien has merged my soul again, the healing processes of the changes i have made are working even now as i type. Lothlorien gave me a gift of a staff while i was there, and punished my mistakes of the past with pain. I was able to let go and enjoy where the world is trying to take me.
Where is it taking me, indianapolis?, bloomington?, Pine Ridge?, Guatamala?, arizona? All of these places, none of them. I take it as it comes. I know only one thing with certianty. Where ever I am called, My love will be at my side, even if not physicaly.
I travel to these places in my dreams for now, and Mithawichu Ki is always with me. We visit one another through time, space, dream, and reality. I feel her like a soft breeze on my skin when she thinks about me. I get ill when she is upset. I call her when she daydreams of hearing my voice.
I never believed in love before now. I laughed and drank away such silly notions. "bah!, let humanity have it" I know now i was wrong. There comes a time in everyones life when they see the beauty of what is, and live for the moment.
People around me are saddened, and upset. They hurt and i can only feel partly responsible. I will not alow it to jade me again though. I refuse to be somber or glum. Everything that is happening right now is good. IT HAS PURPOSE! And damnit if you dont look deep within and find that purpose. I promise, there is something good to come of all this strife. Dont ask me what it is, im not its orchastrator, only one of the instruments playing in the concert. But i know each part has its place, and that all are supposed to be learning things.
LQQK to those patterns in your lifes people, look to the reoccuring plots. How many times did you react the same way when the same problems came your way. Did it work then? If so why are you still facing things in another form?
I dont pretend to have any answers. Im still drying my wings and sitting on a white rose blossom. I have been starving for along time, after being in that silk and leaf prison. So as soon as I can get anough warmth on these wings, I'll fly around and look for some nectar. Triscalian blossoms sound nice. Then ill take to the sky an share some beauty with all of you! Maybe if everyone would stop making loud noises, and moving so quickly, I can even light on a shoulder or flutter in front of a face, spreading a little joy as i fly. Be careful! dont try to touch my wings if i do, cause if that dust comes off in your hands, im gonna hit ground. And i dont wanna do that, cause its a long walk back to my white rose blossom, the one i call my home now.
So i gotta fly to get there, while the nectar is still sweet.
Wa'echonchonka
Lothlorien is a place of love, and although it wasnt there that I fell in love with the woman of my dreams, it was nice to be there with her there. Many of my experiances of late are bridging two worlds.
I am a changling, a fey, a creature of such places like Lothlorien. Most of this last few weeks I have been seeing out of two pairs of eyes. The eyes that have only the present to account for, and the eyes of something infinatly more majikal than that.
I remember things ive never done, forget things i have, and merge the two into my current reality. I know nothing of what im doing or wher im going, save that im doing it filled with love.
Lothlorien has merged my soul again, the healing processes of the changes i have made are working even now as i type. Lothlorien gave me a gift of a staff while i was there, and punished my mistakes of the past with pain. I was able to let go and enjoy where the world is trying to take me.
Where is it taking me, indianapolis?, bloomington?, Pine Ridge?, Guatamala?, arizona? All of these places, none of them. I take it as it comes. I know only one thing with certianty. Where ever I am called, My love will be at my side, even if not physicaly.
I travel to these places in my dreams for now, and Mithawichu Ki is always with me. We visit one another through time, space, dream, and reality. I feel her like a soft breeze on my skin when she thinks about me. I get ill when she is upset. I call her when she daydreams of hearing my voice.
I never believed in love before now. I laughed and drank away such silly notions. "bah!, let humanity have it" I know now i was wrong. There comes a time in everyones life when they see the beauty of what is, and live for the moment.
People around me are saddened, and upset. They hurt and i can only feel partly responsible. I will not alow it to jade me again though. I refuse to be somber or glum. Everything that is happening right now is good. IT HAS PURPOSE! And damnit if you dont look deep within and find that purpose. I promise, there is something good to come of all this strife. Dont ask me what it is, im not its orchastrator, only one of the instruments playing in the concert. But i know each part has its place, and that all are supposed to be learning things.
LQQK to those patterns in your lifes people, look to the reoccuring plots. How many times did you react the same way when the same problems came your way. Did it work then? If so why are you still facing things in another form?
I dont pretend to have any answers. Im still drying my wings and sitting on a white rose blossom. I have been starving for along time, after being in that silk and leaf prison. So as soon as I can get anough warmth on these wings, I'll fly around and look for some nectar. Triscalian blossoms sound nice. Then ill take to the sky an share some beauty with all of you! Maybe if everyone would stop making loud noises, and moving so quickly, I can even light on a shoulder or flutter in front of a face, spreading a little joy as i fly. Be careful! dont try to touch my wings if i do, cause if that dust comes off in your hands, im gonna hit ground. And i dont wanna do that, cause its a long walk back to my white rose blossom, the one i call my home now.
So i gotta fly to get there, while the nectar is still sweet.
Wa'echonchonka