[lj idol] re-introduction
tapestries like the ones I weave in my dreams are the things I play with. Like others play with strings of beads...
Only this time I will spin the yarns and the threads into such a pattern that no one but those who know me on the deepest levels will know what is and isn't to my tale-telling. My worlds are mine, yet what I choose to share I will do so in ways that will be both simple and complex at once. My life is mine, and the person I am will only be known if you know where and how to look, yet will be hidden among words that seem so true they will cloud the mind and excite a sense of wonder that is found only in the eyes of children.
Reality, such a paradox, so ephemeral, so foreign, yet so familiar at the same time. Fact or fiction...which of these holds the most accuracy? Or is one just as etherial as the other? For what is reality but a word for what we make appear?
I would like to wave to those who know me as the keeper of a place who is very dear to me and give a warm welcome to those who may be meeting me, the mistress who dances in the shadows of fire, for the first time. I am the mistery that is one of the easiest to figure out, and one of the hardest to unravel, and the union of the opposites known as work and family, or shall be once all is said and done. This is my re-introduction to the writing competition known as therealljidol. I shall now dance around the fires that everyone else has lit to see who I will be burning alongside.
Only this time I will spin the yarns and the threads into such a pattern that no one but those who know me on the deepest levels will know what is and isn't to my tale-telling. My worlds are mine, yet what I choose to share I will do so in ways that will be both simple and complex at once. My life is mine, and the person I am will only be known if you know where and how to look, yet will be hidden among words that seem so true they will cloud the mind and excite a sense of wonder that is found only in the eyes of children.
Reality, such a paradox, so ephemeral, so foreign, yet so familiar at the same time. Fact or fiction...which of these holds the most accuracy? Or is one just as etherial as the other? For what is reality but a word for what we make appear?
I would like to wave to those who know me as the keeper of a place who is very dear to me and give a warm welcome to those who may be meeting me, the mistress who dances in the shadows of fire, for the first time. I am the mistery that is one of the easiest to figure out, and one of the hardest to unravel, and the union of the opposites known as work and family, or shall be once all is said and done. This is my re-introduction to the writing competition known as therealljidol. I shall now dance around the fires that everyone else has lit to see who I will be burning alongside.