Fairytales from Pixieland

Have you ever been to a sporting event or maybe a dance recital with a friend or family member to watch them perform? During their performance you notice a slight bobble in things. They hold on and recover quite nicely, but talking to them afterwards, their view or idea of what happened was much, much worse than how it looked? We have all done it. Been in the middle of something and felt like everything was going wrong, yet to those who are watching, sure it may seem that something is amiss, but not nearly as horribly wrong as it feels to us, there in the spotlight, IN the moment... We all strive for perfection or at least as close to it as we can get. Maybe we want to be thinner, prettier, more masculine, have longer, curlier or even straighter hair, maybe we wish we were taller. We all have something we would like to change about our bodies, go ahead and admit it. I'm not going to judge you for it or tell anyone. How can I when I have my own shortcomings, things I would like...

I recently asked someone to put themselves in my shoes. What I failed to do is to put myself in theirs.  How can I expect them to understand my point of view, if I don't even try to understand theirs?  Not fair on my part at all.  I barely realized this last night and deeply apologized for the oversight. 

I have heard it said in many different circles, that when you dream of someone from your past, it is because there is underlying issues of your relationship that are still unresolved.  I recently dreamt of someone from my past, obviously or I wouldn't be writing this now. In the dream, they came back to where I was.  We did not speak or even touch, but I seen them and therefore, knew they were back. The funny thing about this, is that everything between us was resolved long ago. Nothing unsaid that needed to be said, no hard feelings, no annimosity, nothing. Everything has been laid to rest and we both moved on in life. So what's the big idea of them showing up in a dream? I have also heard it said that when you think of someone, it's because they are thinking of you.  I guess time will tell...

The moon over my shoulder, A breeze in my hair, A chill to be felt, In the brisk evening air. We sit on the bench, At the edge of the park, And listen to the sounds, As the light fades to dark.  I close my eyes, As I sink into you arms, The warmth of you touch, Just one of your charms, With my head on your chest, I can hear your heart beat, Time stands still for us, As life moves on in the street. The lights come on, Electric stars bright the sky, We sit there together, Letting time slip on by. You kiss me so gently, On top of my head, Quiet peace comes over me, A single tear shed. The turmoil is over, The chaos is gone, Our lives have changed, Now it's time to move on. You hold me close, As we stand up to leave, How far we have come, Is sometimes hard to believe. To think of the hell, We have both been thru, To think we could love again, So strong and so true. It's been a long journey, Finally come to an end, So calming and healin...

We all know I have posted before about having a stalker here on the blog. Someone who checks now and again to see what I'm up to. They haven't the nerve to post anything and when they do, it is supposed to be slightly sarcastic and smart, but has little to no real thought or feeling behind the words.  It is all a ruse to stir up some shit. Well mint for ya, the stink. Recently there has been several unfortunate happenings in the chain of events in Pixieland. One of my friends is getting divorced, one friend no longer speaks to her mother and another friend has lost her mother altogether. All sad events, but sometimes these are the things that bring closure. These are the things that allow us to move on to better things in life. One of these friends was almost afraid to say anything to me as I have had a lot going on in my life and she didn't want to cause me any issue, as she didn't think our problems came close to comparison.She lau...

Behind the mask, Behind the shroud, Life can be crazy, Scary and loud, People you knew, Or you thought you did, Have skeletons galore, They keep them well hid. The front they put up, Day after day, They acting they do, The roles that they play, They keep things going, Long and fast, Keep you guessing, If this day's your last. They're toxic within, They're repulsive side out, They're loathsome, revolting, disgusting no doubt, All that is evil, twisted and sick, Is wrapped up inside of them, Ever so slick. Never before, Have you felt such a dread, Thoughts of fear swirling, Inside of your head, The air has turned cold, You can see your own breath, The veil has thinned, Between life after death. "But fear not" you are told, Whispered quiet in your ear, By the Shamans of old, Who have brought you here, A lesson to be learned, That is understood, Detecting the subtlties, Between evil and good. For those who slip by ...

I started a project once, with no real plan in mind. I had an idea of what I wanted it to look like when done, but no real pattern, no measurements, no directions, no list of materials and I just went with it. What I ended up with was similar to what I wanted when I started, but it was also vastly different too. I was so far off course that to look at the two things in comparison?  Whooo boy....   The reason I post this now is because the post to follow, started out again with one thing in mind and went a completely different direction. But sometimes that's what happens. You start out with an idea and along the way you change direction, get off course and it turns out exactly the way we planned.  Sometimes you just have to surrender and go with it.