Fairytales from Pixieland

One rule in life is to always be careful what you wish for. When casting spells and brewing in the cauldron, be specific. Be very specific. But at the same time- be careful. Be very, VERY careful.  Since finding my hearts freedom I have subconsiously been longing for someone to fill the void.   There has been a person in my life for several years now. Someone I didn't speak to often, but when we did it was strictly business.  We joked, we jest, but nothing has ever come of it. Not until recently and I honestly can't really remember how this crazy mess all got started. There are so many ironies in the crossing of our paths, it is incredible. Stunning at times and often quite difficult to grasp, then all of a sudden it flows together so well. I longed for him. And without even knowing it- I called for him. Now that he is finally here, there are times I have tried to shut him out, push him away and fear he isn't what I had thoug...

Long ago I gave my heart to a man Once upon a time Little did I know that my best interests Were not what he had in mind He bound my heart in ways unforseen Encircled with a chain Disguised it came presented as a gift For his memory to remain In time it revealed the truth it held my heart it had enslaved But I held him dear and loved him so His presence I so craved. Years had passed and time went on The memories they faded My heart still bound by the chain My perception fogged and jaded Until the day it finally happened I heard from him no more My heart had been released of his grip and was free upon the shore His grip was loosened the chain slipped off The burden had been eased My mind slipped back to happier times My heart was quite relieved It came off with a fling almost unnoticed It sailed off unseen To land somewhere upon the earth Amid the grasses green I've no desire to find the chain nor the man ...

Sometimes things happen that we overlook at the moment. When we go back and recount our steps, relive the past and resurect it all in our minds, sometimes it is those little things that stand out. The little things can sometimes make a very bold statement and knock you flat. When you piece things together, it all adds up and makes sense. Too much at times or more than we want to admit at the very least. It is but those moments of epiphanies, self realization and if nothing else, things that pop into our head in the middle of the night, those things that make sense all of a sudden, pointing out the truth behind them all along. Those truths can be fairly scary for some people to come to realize. Did they fail? Are they posturing? Are they retaliating for their own shortcomings? Are they in denial of how bad things are? Do they have any clue as to how bad their own behaviour is? Have they done things to mar a relationship? If they did, did they do anything about fixing it? In thes...

There are so many things to be said about this one simple word. There are flightless birds. They are grounded. There is a sense of being 'grounded' and keeping your feet on the ground while your dreams take flight. Of course there is being 'grounded' as punishment which surely we all were at some point when growing up. I guess the context in which the word is used is where we each find it's meaning. Sometimes the meaning is found on a personal level.

I recently had a run in with a former ex of mine.  While it was nice to see him again for a change, it was also something that shook up my day. The following day I was in a foul mood because of it and just grouchy with everyone in general. I know the reasons why we are no longer together, yet when another friend of mine asked why I let it get to me? I had no idea what to tell him. I was a bit angry at *Bradley for some things that have yet to be resolved. The way it all ended, they probably likely never will be resolved to my liking or satisfaction.  Yet here I was pissed off at him still. I talked to another friend of mine later in the day, recounted all of the crap I had endured and waited for her confirmation that yep, he is an utter waste. What I got instead was another round of Why does this all still bother you? Which got me to thinking- why does it bother me? Why do I let him get to me. I know he is a waste, nothing old or new about him surp...

The Dalai Lama once said, "Love until it hurts".  For anyone who has loved someone so much it hurts, you know what it costs you in the end.  A dear friend of mine loved someone else that deeply, I have loved someone that deeply and I am sure many others have as well. My friend- well her loved one passed away recently. My beloved, well for various reasons we have drifted apart over the years and lost contact altogether. Although we each handle grieving the loss of that love in different ways, it is still a loss, nonetheless.  Sometimes the love can be resurrected, sometimes it cannot. I have thought about those words, Love until it hurts, and wondered a few things about the context in which they were said. Although we each have our own perception of things, I wondered Who or What we are to Love until it hurts. Are we supposed to love someone else so much it hurts? Are we supposed to love an animal, a creature until it hurts? Or as we supposed to love an inanimate object ...

I recently came across an article online about how women secretly feel towards men. Article here Most of this I think we can all relate to.  We hate them for some things, love them for others and they will never understand our reasons behind some of the things we do. Even if we know it drives them insane. And sometimes it is clear- they do come from Mars.