Kitchen Musings.

Each moment should be celebrated. (And) I have learned to make myself as the occasion... as vain as that may sound. Haha.

I have learned to decorate my valleys with brightly-colored banderitas. Though some of my alleys sometimes beg for sun and absent gloom.

I'm learning to mingle with the crowd... and not to stay in my solitary corners.

The Out-Of-Nowhere Blast.

I was just thinking of the things I have long-ago branded as my unshakable convictions...

Sigh... and I wondered if my "questioning" them now is a form of betrayal... but I have learned to stop feeling guilty over my (certain) feelings and thoughts.

Just an inevitable metamorphosis, I guess. .. but it's the same caterpillar.:)

Wooden Planks That I Love.

No, it isn't like that at all... at least not on the actual surface.

No look of despair nor indescribable anguish crosses over their faces. Voices do not really waver so. He does not really roughly take her into his arms and sigh as if it's the last time. No, he does not really suddenly leave her in a now-cold and absent embrace.

Sigh. Not really...

But if the mind can project its workings... this is how it will register on the white screen of reality.

These Days.

So much inspiration and love and positivity and happiness reside in me that I, ironically, find myself crying all the time.

It's as if a whole new continent is wishing to emerge from within me. New landscapes, creatures, ways of thinking, ways of dreaming...

I am standing naked in a field, with my arms spread wide and screaming, "Yes, Fill Me!"

Sigh, I do...

Quite right... a blow that never hurts.:)

Crying...

Over Vivo Per Lei.

Over Brokeback Mountain.

Over Practical Magic.

Over younger girls and their sorrows.

Over birthdays.

Over lost cups of coffee.

Over salt water.

Over my old journal writings.

Over daisies.

Over the beauty of music.

:D What can I say?

On My Journal Today.

The past six years have brought me to this point of greater expectations, realizations, strengths and brighter outlooks. I am surer of myself now and readier to admit the weaknesses I have... and more resolved than ever to banish them until only strength and humility remain.

I used to weep over the various self-deaths... no longer... I need to keep reminding myself that I should have no room for suffering nor pain in the home of my being.

To let light through my glass windwos and keep darkness out with the light I have inside.

<sub>Little girl, do not forget your home. You are in me and I am in you. I will blow dandelions with you... and I will remind you that that fox is not going to take you to a place of promised all-day fun and games.

and that</sub> We are both land and sky creatures...