the universe is conspiring to shower you with blessings
TAURUS : What if you have a twin sister or brother that your mother gave up for adoption right after you were born and never told you about? Or what if you have a soul twin you've never met -- a potential ally who understands life in much the same ways that you do? In either case, now is a time when the two of you might finally discover each other. At the very least, Taurus, I suspect you'll be going deeper and deeper with a kindred spirit who will help you transform your stories about your origins and make you feel more at home on the planet.
This one makes me thoughtful, Uncle Rob, in the way that makes me sort of look back on the year. In the middle of this summer I found myself in possession of what I'd been accused of having in the spring, which was the time when I hadn't had it at all. As much as one can ever be accused of, or in possession of, another person.
Maybe I consider the whole thing very slowly, as much wary of as delighted in as other things I write lately.
Maybe I really don't consider it at all. Any more than I question that cool breeze of fall in the morning and the heat of Texas sun in the afternoon, taking beauty and grace at it's face value when it comes into my space, and being grateful for it.
~*~
It's been too long, but I'm putting one foot in front of the other, a lot lately, and dreaming big about being back to who and where I was….whenever it was, because I can't say it was last spring, and I don't want to call it last fall. Whenever I was that girl, who managed to keep her fingers on top of the things I wistful eye from the side while I haven't yet managed pulling them back into today's balance's yet.
There's sliding down the mini-mountains, and being grateful to ride the foot hills without falling. There are weeks I consider a win because I've managed to watch all my shows, eat my meals, keep my job and continue to never be late a single bill, no matter what that means I go without.
There are stars. Unexpected stars. Stars I never in a million years dreamed about. Silly things, like falling in love with Hawaii Five-0. With having a great Dragon*Con. Having the gym membership work out. Watching two temps get fired, only to have my work announce they like me so much they are fighting tooth and nail to keep me another year.
Spending seventeen days traveling brand new places with Weaves, Li, and Debi. Staying with Ana and Becca. Seeing Gabby, Lynn, and Gen. Meeting a whole new handful of Milliways people who all own shards of my heart, there faces and words etched into each. Falling in love with Google Reader's "Next" button, several cooking and do-it-yourself blogs.
I've been cooking new and interesting recipes right and left lately, too.
My dreams are still simple and things I'm working toward. To get to the days when I'll still get through all my e-mails, my educational video blogs. To get to the weeks where I do go to the gym three days, have read one book, get back to Girl Day's. To get back to being involved in Milliways more than just reading the DE at lunch every work day. To people who are still out there.
Big dreams, but tiny steps. This week? These few days of it so far?
I'm remembering to write in my journal. My space I hallowed out for a decade.
And taking tentative steps to reading everyone else's journals, to figure out the snarl of how to read lists that are both on Livejournal and Dreamwidth, and which people are only on Livejournal or Dreamwidth. How much I can handle, and just keep walking forward. Finding out who I am, and where I'm going, and what 2013's ending is all about.
[This entry was originally posted at http://wanderlustlover.dreamwidth.org/2200391.html. Comment on either at your leisure.]
This one makes me thoughtful, Uncle Rob, in the way that makes me sort of look back on the year. In the middle of this summer I found myself in possession of what I'd been accused of having in the spring, which was the time when I hadn't had it at all. As much as one can ever be accused of, or in possession of, another person.
Maybe I consider the whole thing very slowly, as much wary of as delighted in as other things I write lately.
Maybe I really don't consider it at all. Any more than I question that cool breeze of fall in the morning and the heat of Texas sun in the afternoon, taking beauty and grace at it's face value when it comes into my space, and being grateful for it.
~*~
It's been too long, but I'm putting one foot in front of the other, a lot lately, and dreaming big about being back to who and where I was….whenever it was, because I can't say it was last spring, and I don't want to call it last fall. Whenever I was that girl, who managed to keep her fingers on top of the things I wistful eye from the side while I haven't yet managed pulling them back into today's balance's yet.
There's sliding down the mini-mountains, and being grateful to ride the foot hills without falling. There are weeks I consider a win because I've managed to watch all my shows, eat my meals, keep my job and continue to never be late a single bill, no matter what that means I go without.
There are stars. Unexpected stars. Stars I never in a million years dreamed about. Silly things, like falling in love with Hawaii Five-0. With having a great Dragon*Con. Having the gym membership work out. Watching two temps get fired, only to have my work announce they like me so much they are fighting tooth and nail to keep me another year.
Spending seventeen days traveling brand new places with Weaves, Li, and Debi. Staying with Ana and Becca. Seeing Gabby, Lynn, and Gen. Meeting a whole new handful of Milliways people who all own shards of my heart, there faces and words etched into each. Falling in love with Google Reader's "Next" button, several cooking and do-it-yourself blogs.
I've been cooking new and interesting recipes right and left lately, too.
My dreams are still simple and things I'm working toward. To get to the days when I'll still get through all my e-mails, my educational video blogs. To get to the weeks where I do go to the gym three days, have read one book, get back to Girl Day's. To get back to being involved in Milliways more than just reading the DE at lunch every work day. To people who are still out there.
Big dreams, but tiny steps. This week? These few days of it so far?
I'm remembering to write in my journal. My space I hallowed out for a decade.
And taking tentative steps to reading everyone else's journals, to figure out the snarl of how to read lists that are both on Livejournal and Dreamwidth, and which people are only on Livejournal or Dreamwidth. How much I can handle, and just keep walking forward. Finding out who I am, and where I'm going, and what 2013's ending is all about.
[This entry was originally posted at http://wanderlustlover.dreamwidth.org/2200391.html. Comment on either at your leisure.]