OMG! I just realized the last time I posted anything for public consumption (giggle… consumption. Ahem) was just about two years ago. I think that is much too long, don’t you? Wait, is there anyone still around who would even read this silliness? Hmm, probably not. Still, it is an excellent way to magically throw my voice out there and see what comes back. After all, we all want to be gods, do we not?
OMG! I just realized the last time I posted anything for public consumption (giggle… consumption. Ahem) was just about two years ago. I think that is much too long, don’t you? Wait, is there anyone still around who would even read this silliness? Hmm, probably not. Still, it is an excellent way to magically throw my voice out there and see what comes back. After all, we all want to be gods, do we not?
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You know, there are times when I think about fate and just want to grab her panties and give her a wedgie from hell. It’s like that line from Lethal Weapon, “If you’re going to fuck me, kiss me first.” I’m not saying I have a terrible life or that I need sympathy back rubs (though I have this wicked knot around my left shoulder blade, so if your free…), but damn, a girl can take only so much. I just bristle at the fact that I’m on this path and the route ahead is pretty much fixed and I hate it. I’m still in that place where I need to let go and let my ex move on with her life. That is to say, finding a companion. Letting go is such an incredible task. It is unpleasant in a way that creates physical consequences. If you are not a therapist, you don’t like to talk about it. You don’t think about it. It is like the contemplation of death. You don’t do it because there are no answers, no way to predict the unknown even a smidge. All you know is that it must be faced, but until that moment, you sit there in denial. If you ignore it, it will stay at bay and you can live your life. But can you? Can you really ignore it when you can feel the black dog staring at you all the while? I think not.
I do spend a fair bit of my writing time on subjects as light and fluffy as initiatory processes, transgender issues, and the dark night of the soul. I know, I could chew on some weightier topics, but I write about what tends to affect me at the time. So, you can kind of see how my brain works after reading a few of my posts. Do not despair though! I thought I might branch out this week into something contemplative and that affects and is part of millions of lives. No, no, not the meaning of life. Think bigger. Yes, I think you are feeling me now. Angry Birds! That’s it!
I have way too many books. Wait. I didn’t just say that. Yeah, I did. I think I could possibly give the town library a run for its money. Seriously. I have a problem. I love books. I love the way they smell when they are new. Paper that is crisp and clean. It cracks just a little bit when you open the book. It is so nice. Books have a certain power. It is not inherent in the book itself, it lives within the words that it holds. Well, sometimes the book has a certain power. We’ll get to that though. Why, you ask, am I rambling on about books? Why, love, because I can. It’s my blog. I get to write about whatever I feel like. Besides, did you notice that this section of the blog is called “The Ramblings”? So, I am doing what I said I would.
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Lasciel AnnwynnI am one of those. Yes, that kind. I poke around in the corners and lesser explored paths of life looking for it's mysteries. There is so much magic in the world when you open your perception to it. Look with eyes of wonder. Archives
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