Wings

We all have wings

But some of us don’t know why

~INXS

Invisible

 

I am merely the beginning. There are so many more of me. Some of us are asleep. Some of us may as well be asleep, because they have forgotten. And most disheartening, many abandoned this mission long, long ago.

I am merely part of the Whole. The way is clear, even if I am not.

And if I have lost my wings, at least I know why.

Then again.

Perhaps it is as a beautiful soul once suggested: Our wings are in place just simply not visible to our glass-and-grit-filled, foggy, human eyes.

 

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Princess Muertos and The King’s Head

Princess Muertas

Drawn together completely by accident
And that isn’t a pun.
He wasn’t her father
Just tyrannical scum.
Princess of another land
She drew her hypothetical sword
And soon he was dead.
Off with his head
Then she went straight to bed.
It isn’t that hard to sleep like a baby
When you’re a fierce lady
Who is not afraid to be terse
From one end of your heart
And weep from the other.

A Skull, a Christmas Tree, and an Octopus in a Sweater…

If your heart is in your dream
No request is too extreme
When you wish upon a star
Like dreamers do

~Harline & Washington

I thought you weren't done, but you are. That's never happened before.

I thought you weren’t done, but you are. That’s never happened before.

I can’t make up my mind, so I’m wondering if I should get rid of it. What’s the point in keeping it around (my mind) if it can’t be made up?? Then again, why do we place such importance on making up our minds? Why not just be loose and free and make it all up as we go along? Like-Dreamers-Do.

Hmm…

The path to our dreams doesn’t necessarily get shorter if our minds are made up. If possible, the path may even grow longer like Pinocchio’s nose. That’s only because we think we know what direction we’re going in and often, that’s not true at all. Lots of times we end up far and away and way out of our way (whatever “our way” is).

I’ve already Wished Upon Star. I may as well see where that takes me.

So…maybe I won’t get rid of my mind. I’ll hang onto it for a bit longer and see how it goes. Happy New Year, Mind o’ Mine. We’ll let it be a good one, shall we?

 

 

Sunday Madness

And yet, it’s Saturday when I write this post. Who knows when I’ll actually post it. I’ve dozens of posts that I’ve drafted and yet to post.

So, why title a post “Sunday Madness” on a Saturday? What’s the saying? Don’t confuse me with facts. I get side-tracked and confused (very often at the same time) quite easily. Seriously. Easy. Crap. I just heard a odd sound in my kitchen.

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It was nothing. Somebody is mixing something next door.

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Here are my Sunday Madnesses (new word. true story.) and not early at all, since thess Sunday Madnesses actually occurred the last three Sundays ago. Always do everything in threes. It messes with the Universe’s head.

Sunday Weirdness One

Sunday Weirdness One. The descent begins.

 

Sunday Madness Two

Sunday Madness Two. Can I describe this? Why do they always ask for descriptions?? Okay, I’m drawing a blank. Which is actually much more difficult than it sounds.

 

Okay. I give up. What is this?

Okay. I give up. What is this?

Dancing in My Head…

It hurts too much to be normal. How do people do it? Maybe nobody does. Maybe we’re all suffering inside. Why don’t we just say “F**k it” more often? From now on when you’re feeling afraid to do something that you really, really want to do, take these steps:

1. Take a deep breath.

2. Say “F**k it.” Note: you may have to repeat this step several times. Do not be discouraged. Eventually the “F**k it” sentiment will kick in and you’ll be ready for step 3.

3. Do the thing that you really, really want to do. Despite the fear.

Oh you grinning Fool

Oh you grinning Fool