Orion

No light but the moon

Illuminating my way.

Trees embrace me

There is nothing to say.

 

A rustle to my left

Should cause alarm.

But my breath is steady

There’s nothing to harm.

 

A moment of peace

When everything is known.

Mysteries unveiled

Destinies shown.

 

Orion guards the scene

From his post in the sky.

Fragile human and demi-God

Alone, him and I.

 

There’s no better classroom

Than the woods at night.

Only when fear is conquered

Comes the gift of sight.

 

Virgo

I was going to write a long diatribe outlining the good and bad points of being a Virgo (listing things is a very Virgo thing to do) and thus explain why I have decided to start this blog up again. But, I have started and stopped about 8 times so far. Which, by the way, is one of the bad points of being a Virgo…we are such damn perfectionists. We know exactly what we want to say, but putting it into words is...scary for us. Good thing I decided to become a writer! Haha.

We always face the wrath of misinterpretation. Always.

So, etc. etc., I wish you, dear reader, could jump inside my head so you could know exactly what I'm meaning to say here. But, you can't. That is physically impossible. So, I'll just say it... I'm starting this blog up again. (yes, I'm keeping my "other" one, for those of you who know my "other" one.) I don't know how often I'm going to update this one. And, there I go again with my Virgo-ness. Ok, in a nutshell (and, where did that saying come from anyways?)... I am starting this blog up again.

Peace out.

"Virgo" by artist Josephine Wall

Maybe...

I just may start this ramble on again. I might.

Hey ya'll, watch this!

I have decided to discontinue this blog. It's time. I will message each of my followers to direct them to my active blog under my writing name. If anyone is reading this and interested, message me and I will point you in the correct direction.

XO

The Christmas Unicorn

I’m always stumped when someone asks me what I want for Christmas (or my birthday, or whatever gift-giving occasion is at hand). For some reason it has always thrown me for a loop and I’ve never been able to put my finger on why, and I still can’t. The question will inevitably be asked and I will be perplexed and then feel as if I must be an alien because of the way they are squinting at me. I imagine they are thinking “Geeze, she must want something really expensive. I shouldn’t have asked!”.

Well, the truth of it is that I absolutely don’t know what I want as a gift from someone. And honestly, I would rather know what they would pick out for me without direction. So, what is the proper answer to their question? Should I say “Just pick something out,” and leave them with the burden of wondering rather or not I will like it (I will), or should I say “A gift card to the mall,” which is my standard response? It’s hard to say.

One of my favorite Christmas presents I ever got was when I was 16, my beloved grandma gave me a wooden snowglobe with a white unicorn inside. I don’t remember what tune the globe played, I would have to bring it down from its high shelf to check. But, what I loved about that gift was that it was simple yet magical and completely unexpected. She happened to see it and she knew that I was still young enough to like it, yet old enough to appreciate the meaning behind it. She saw “me” in it, and that is why it is so special to me. It was certainly not the most expensive present I’ve ever gotten, and to be truthful I don’t even recall what was the most expensive present I’ve gotten.

For a few years I got to where I would actually carry around a little list in my purse and when I thought of something that I might want, I would jot it down so that I wouldn’t meet the “question” with a deer-in-the-headlights stare. But, it felt wrong to keep a list. It felt selfish. I stopped.

So, in case you ever wonder what I might want for Christmas, here is the answer: I want something from your heart with meaning. Give me a unicorn snowglobe with the sentiment that I am loved and that you truly “see” me and who I am.