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August 18th, 2010Darkest before the dawn, as they say.
I wonder, when will the light shine again,
when will the path be crystal clear and back on track?
I’m in charge of that, don’t want to be.
Not today, or tomorrow. No sirree.
Suffering is a normal part of the human condition, we are not meant to be jolly all the time. No, we are not. The fairy tales, THEY LIE.
The sorrow, the sad, the confusion, the ick.
It lives inside of me waiting for the moment when I am weak. It moves in, full stealth mode and brings the whole ick battalion.
Been here, done this, survived and got stronger.
Ride it out, hang on, keep my pace.
Save my face.
All Art Requires Courage – Please, give me some room to breathe.
August 16th, 2010Your Story – I Hate Snakes
August 12th, 2010Guest post by Majarani
I always wanted to be an anthropologist. I wanted to study cultures, artifacts – essentially I wanted to be Indiana Jones. Maybe we all do a little. Not so much the chilled monkey brains, but very much the knowledge and power it brings.
I am drawn to the comparison now because I feel, much like Indy, that I am in a trap. I entered into this maze to find a prize and feel thwarted at every turn. I’m not searching for a healing skull or valuable gem, but simply peace. Peace of mind, peace in my heart, peaceful sleep. I can’t shake the feeling of crouching and crawling through dank, moss-covered stones. Hauling myself through an ancient canal, dredging up sludge and ignoring the slithery, slimies that keep bumping my legs. I reach what appears to be the end and suddenly “pwang!” five arrows embed themselves into the opposite wall an inch from my nose.
Someone once told me- “it’s not always a good thing to see a light at the end of the tunnel. There are very good odds it is an oncoming train.” I guess I’d rather be on the wrong track then be hit by the right train.
I’m tired, burnt-out. I’m going to find peace or die trying. I cannot live in fear anymore. I can’t wonder if I will ever be safe, or have a place to hide. I will be safe, I will have peace- but maybe I can’t have what I want here. Maybe I need to move on and this is the universe giving me a heads up. Hey Universe, a few less snakes next time ok? I hate snakes.