I do not like throwing things out or devaluing them because of a crack or two here and there. I’m not a hoarder but I do like to be creative and I think old things have a lot of character. This is a small unfinished chest that I’ve had for years. It has taken some… Read More An Old but Small Chest
The top of my shelf with a message to remind me to relax. Having severe anxiety, I thought a constant visual reminder to just relax and breathe might be appropriate. The flowers and leaves, reminiscent of nature, add to the relaxing message as I love nature and find it very relaxing.
I made myself a little desk shelf recently and thought I’d share a few pics. The fire is a bit hidden by vine here so I do not have a clear photo of that rune. This is made of books, cardboard, small wooden slats, painted and embellished by hand.
I’m not sure if it’s due to the pain I’m currently going through, medications I’m on, or something else but I am having a rather odd problem lately. I’m truly struggling with it. The trouble is me. Sounds funny doesn’t it? It’s not like I’m not used to the idea that I’m just not always… Read More Trouble With Being Me
I’ve been in touch with my oldest and dearest friend lately. Yes, that lovely blonde girl I have spoken about from my childhood. My first girl crush. We are both adults now, both been through hell. We were discussing how I had not actually run away and left her the other day. We were discussing… Read More When there’s more than meets the eye
We still run a sim in Second Life together, a beautiful little place filled with kittycats, a breedable digital pet that I am just so in love with. It brings me joy. They are adorable. Of course, running a SIM and breedable auctions puts you in constant contact with others and I have to tell… Read More Bottom Feeders & Disrespect
Recently, I went through something that tore my heart out. I had to take time to really digest it, to allow myself to understand it and feel my way through it. I thought I had let go of my brother, of my mother, long ago. I realize now that I had still clung to some… Read More I Clung To The Source Of My Pain
He had always underestimated her and she let him. She preferred it that way. This wasn’t her first rodeo and she knew that words could cut like knives when the sun set and the chill of winter hit. They could huddle for warmth by the fire of love or it could last forever, refusing to… Read More He had always underestimated her…
Weave your spell and prove them all wrong.
I had to go the urgent care. It takes some time to get in with my doctor and I had been in a motor vehicle accident. With all of the pain I’ve been in, I honestly did not think I’d been hurt. However, when I went to physical therapy as usual days later and tried… Read More Through My Eyes