The Rules

It seems as if there is a secret club the majority of people belong to, that I am either not welcome in or not privy to the secret code of membership.  You have to follow the rules to belong to this club, rules that I do not know because I am obviously not a member.    

Membership cards to this club are passed out as frequently as social security cards, based upon the statistics of the people that seem to belong to it. 

So, what club is this?  It’s the "People That Know the Rules, and Live By Them" club..  It’s the people that look at me like I’m crazy if I say or do something that doesn’t fall within the lines of the rules set forth by their club.  It’s the people that seem amused by my struggle to understand some concept that they take for granted because they live it every day. 

And, where did these rules come from?  I have some theories.  One theory is that the rules came from church.  Notice, I didn’t say that they came from the Bible - I’m pretty familiar with those rules.  No, the rules in this club seem to have come from some religious organization.  Either that, or they have been passed down from generation to generation, the foundation of the rules now as barren as the land on the family farm that’s been handed down with them.  But, by God, the members will follow them anyway because they are The Rules!
 
To the members – I don’t know your rules. Besides, who says your rules are right?  Who says I'm not as good as you are, even if I don't follow the "Club" rules?

I AM NOT a member.

 

 

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