Really????

That's all I have to say!!! How many times of day can we actually feel like that and still stay sain???? If you have an answer, please tell me, cuz I'm out of answers!!!! I just want to smile, be proud of what I have and not be behind a curtain...I never remember signing up for that!!!!

Daily Horoscope on Facebook

Daily Horoscope on Facebook

You are wanting some changes in your romantic affairs,
Libra, and this will manifest itself today. This is a time period where you are
recognizing that some changes from within will improve your big picture when it
comes to love. Whether you are single or attached, your ambition to better
yourself is coming to the forefront today. You want to not only improve your
lifestyle, but would like to achieve more romantic independence as well. Your
desire for success in love is growing, and will drive you to make changes that
ensure you will enjoy both in the very near future. Take care of yourself today
and what YOU need and deserve in love, and you will find progress in romance as
well.

Facebook | Zandra E. Sookoo

Facebook | Zandra E. Sookoo: "Zandra E. Sookoo While you SCREAM at your woman, there's a man
wishing he could talk softly to her ear... While you HUMILIATE, OFFEND
& INSULT her, there's a man flirting with her and reminding her
how wonderful she is. While you HURT your woman, there's a man
wishing he could make love to her. While you make your woman CRY
there's a......... man stealing smiles from her. Post this on your wall
if you're against Domestic Violence."

HOW TO SHARE?????

So remember when you were young and you were taught to share? I remember getting a brand new bike one time and I was so excited, I rode down the street to show my friend. I just wanted to show it off, but instead she insisted on riding it. This obviously created waves, because I didn't go there with the intention on sharing, I just wanted to show it off!!! So what did I do??? I turned around and drove away. Remember when you were little and you accidentally left your favorite toy out and someone insisted on playing with it? This could not have made you happy! So what did you do? Did you passively allow your irritation to hide and control your urge to snatch it back and show your generosity, when you were really screaming inside..."that's mine and I want it back!!!", or did you just snatch it back??? Well, I think it speaks alot for character on how well you learn to share. Screaming inside really hurts, but sometimes it's the only way to keep the peace and not get blamed for something that's not really your fault. Because when that other persons guardian comes looking for an explanation as to why you or this child is upset, that they are borrowing something that belongs to you, they just don't understand that it wasn't there to be borrowed in the first place! How do you explain that!!! Just come out and say, "hey, that's mine...I want it back!!", or " I'll bite you if you don't give that back!!!" , or are you just the one who takes it??? Let it go and watch everyone else share what you believe is truly yours, no matter how much it hurts or bothers you....and why do some of of so this you ask????
It's called dignity, honor, and respect for others that most of the world obviously does not possess. I believe it's what sets us apart from the others, as the amazing people of the world...not the weak... and certainly not the people who don't have the mind to just find their own toy to play with!!!!
To those of you, I feel sorry for you, because for you the world will always be an illusion, and those of us who are willing to allow the sharing...well, that patience only lasts for so long before the teeth come out and bite!!! But at least it's done with dignity, because we did give you the option to do the right thing, not be greedy, and allow people to get back what they rightfully own! If you can't...greedy, greedy, greedy to you....or maybe just ignorant! That's for you to decide!

A New Beginning

Once you fall and start again...

What does it feel like to finally catch your breath....
It's like learning to breathe all over again...
What does it feel like to fall in love...
It's like being born all over again...
What does it feel like when you learn from your mistakes...
It's like starting from the beginning...
What does it feel like starting from the beginning...
Like anything is possible...
Is it frightening...
Yes, but what great adventure is not.
Just breathe deep and reboot...
Its the only place to begin!

Life

Life can change from one moment to the next....As my life has been changing, thoughts come and go. When will I be inspired again to share my dreams? It's almost frighting to speak to soon! Im sure many of of feel this way. My new matto..."Think along the lines of "I like it" or "I don't like it" and make them opinions not laws". via horoscope...because what happens from one moment to the next is purley improv. Its all about the faith you have in what your dreaming of. I firmly beleive that postive thoughts will carry out into the universe and find their way back to you. Just keep focusing in your intuition about what it is you hope and wish for, and if the univerise is listening...it will hear your call, and come back to you!

Mystery Box

The mystery box of life...so do you dare open it, or just keep it closed and accept that you may never truley know whats inside? Which is the asnwer to sanity? For me it changes from day to day. Accept that you will never have the right key and just beleive everything inside is golden? or pick the lock and discover that you may not really want to see what is in it? hummmmmmm?????!!!!! Still working on that one!

Nothing

My thoughts today.....











Blank.
Silence says everything.

Dreamscape

Does what you see in a dream belong only to your sleep?
If not then our subconscious only runs so deep.

Does what you feel in a dream belong only to your slumber?
If it does, well then, the sound of your soul is lost to the thunder.

Does what you want in a dream mean you wish it could all come true?
Well, I imagine only the good, but that is up to you.

Does what you hear in a dream sound like song or a scream?
The songs we are singing are the comforts in life, while the latter can leave a sting.

Does what you taste in a dream your represent what you hunger for in life?
I believe it does, in fact, we taste with clarity what can satisfy a strife.

Does what we know about in our dreams mean that we know all about ourselves?
I don't know...
Could they mean that we may want something else?

Dreams are a mystery...
They are an escape...
They are the picture of our hearts dreaming for what they ache.

They are the window to our souls and all that they entail...
If following your dreams means following your heart,
How on earth can you fail?!

Never Without a Fight

We fight for what we believe is right,
or for what we have to do.
It's not always easy.
It's not always clean.
Sometimes it can make you bleed.
It can take all of your strength in order to succeed,
but as long as it is worth it in the end.
Continue on your path and follow your feet,
and you shall no longer have to defend.

If it takes you far from home,
all who love you will embrace your return.
There's valor and courage in the strength to be honest,
and trust that has to be earned.

So fight your good fight and win your war,
let it bring you back to who you were before.
Before the war.
Life is a battle and in order to overcome,
you must know how to see the light.
So learn what you need in order to succeed,
and never go down without a fight.

Luna

I see a universe within a canvas,
a face within the stars,
the continuum of time drips and folds through its own open space.
The texture of the sky is reflected in this view,
the blackness of the night to the depth of our sight.

The circles of black holes,
life reflected in the artist stroke.
It is black, it is white with shades of grey,
just like the life we bestow every day.
Shattered shells to the entanglement of lives
could be the stars in the sky or the dimensions of our moon.
The broken burst of grey that encircles the heart,
the uncertainty of the universe playing its part.

A life within a life
A world within the paint
A galaxy in the strokes of colorless color.

No Way Out

So the air is tight,
panic sets in,
Your temperature starts to rise.
You cant breathe,
you can't think,
so you fall to the floor,
at this point you can't take any more.
The walls get closer and the ceiling is low
You cant stand the thought that there is no where to go.
So you gasp for breath and you shut your eyes,
as you begin to fall out, your consciousness flies.

It is far by now, to far to reach,
you wonder if you'll ever come back.
You need the outside and its fresh air to swallow
you try and try but the attempt is hollow.

There is someone to protect and make feel safe,
as you are not alone.
As you grab his hand and squeeze your eyes tight,
you hope that some miracle will make it right.

Just then it opens, the door to the air
and out with a rush you release your fear.
Hands tightly in grasp you run for the door
the air is close but you're stuck to the floor.

Pry your feet from the resting place
and move toward the sun.
Your young one is pulling to reach the outside
All in one moment you engage a large stride.
You are out and safe and have protected your young.
The feeling overwhelms as you move toward the sun.

Stepping outside you cry with relief,
so many things in life are not fair.
Look toward your young and make him a promise...
Next time we shall take the stairs!

Send Me Your Thoughts...

So what is it that makes us tick? I'm waiting to hear your thoughts... Let me know what you would like to read about, I'll see what I can conjure up! Don't be shy. Everyone has a dream. I would love to hear about yours.
Thanks All,
Julie

Our Milky Way

You are so distant, as far away as the stars. Not just in space and time, but in energy. Please do not join some distant galaxy where you are to far to shine your light upon me. This is your planet...your rock and core. Come back into our milky way. Join me here in this lush green place, where the grass is yours. Here on our planet, it is warm and comforting. Come back to me here where you forever have a friend. From our place, we can watch the stars together. Through life and love you will never have to be alone again.
You are so close...

The Life of a Love

First, you must relax and imagine. You are a violin. Your music is sweet. Your sleek wooden body shines from careful polish and your strings are made of fine spun gold. You have the most gentle player. He cherishes the sound you harmoniously make together, and your strings connect you through your hearts. With his bow of silk, he plays your notes and as the music pours out of his soul, you are alive. You are singing. Your voice begins to spill into the space surrounding you. It is a red as deep as the scarlet of a perfect rose. You paint the space with your color, and as he breathes, it turns into mist. This mist is becoming as sweet as your music. This seduces your player and as he plays the strings of your love, his timing begins to race. He begins to taste the sweet and it is rich and indulgent to him. Your voice purrs with delight in the ecstasy of this exchange of love. As his heart races on, the speed of the music accelerates. The color is spilling out at a rhythm so intense, you can barely keep up. As you play and play, your gentle master is so seduced that now his is aggressive. Just as you are about to spill your last ounce of color, one of your golden strings snaps to a break. He is jolted to a halt in his playing. The abrupt end to the seduction stops his heart, mid-beat. The sweet taste from your mist begins to dissipate and gravitate toward the ground. You no longer fill the air and paint your space. Your connection is gone and soul turns back to wooden body.
The song is over.
Your player looses his firm grip and you fall to the ground. A hard, cold marble floor slaps against your body. You, once this seductive sweet intense loving music, are now lying broken and cold.Your player is gone. As you lye broken and heartless, you weep for the music you were once able to play. You wonder if you will ever be repaired and cherished ever again. You remember the sweet song of your crazy love and drift into a sleep. The solace of your slumber is interrupted with the slam of a door. Your player has returned. You begin to feel anticipation of his arrival as he moves toward you. You are excited at his return. He reaches down to take hold of your broken body and you begin to feel hope. Will you be repaired and your golden strings mended? Will you once again bond with your player whose gentle touch you are so longing for? Just as the excitement takes hold of you, your are lifted up and set aside. You are wondering if this is the moment of repair. The suspense is holding your attention, and just as you think a golden string is coming your way, you see a new violin...but this violin is not as beautiful as you! The strings are made of steel, unlike yours of gold. The body is tattered and worn, unlike your carefully polished finish. The bow of silk has been replaced by one of synthetic fibers. How can this be more inviting than you? You lay still, as you are still broken, and your now former player lifts his bow to this replacement violin. As the music begins, its sound is off key. He plays and plays, trying to tune the sound. He seems adamant on recreating the sound he was once seduced by with you. As he plays and plays, no color comes out and he must recall the memory of your sweetness to entice his soul. He plays and plays, but these strings of steel do not snap to a break. These strings are tough and refuse to bend, but the music coming out just isn't right. Your player glances over at your body and strings... and is stunned with surprise.
As he has been playing the used replacement violin, the strength in your soul has mended your body. The power of the love in your music has mended your golden strings. You feel perfect and ready to play. He looks down at the violin in his hand and then back over to you. He is longing to pick you up and play you, but he is unsure. You are obviously fragile enough to break under the race of his tempo... where the used, replacement violin may not. But that violin will never make the sweet mist of color and harmonious music of your two souls and hearts connecting. The thought of the seduction is overwhelming. The choice becomes obvious to him. He takes out a burlap sack and slides the replacement inside of it. He binds it tightly with the leftover steel strings he had on reserve...just in case this one should snap too. To this sight, you begin to sing in delight. He is astounded at the sound of your golden strings creating this music all of your own. He sees his silken bow gliding across your strings like a weaving of magic. He begins to relax into your sound and is drawn toward you. As he reaches out to lift you, your sound amplifies. He takes hold of his bow and your voice cries out with the sweetest, most harmonious sound ever created. Your gentle player begins to control his bow against your strings, he realizes that he has uncontrollably returned to you. He begins to allow himself to indulge in the music that you are creating together. The seduction of your sweetness races against his heart in perfect syncopation now. Your new strength is amplified by the speed of his pace and you both creating a sound ...each of your own. Together these sounds fall gracefully into tune and its mesmerizing effect slows his pace to a restful slumber. As your now gentle player dreams with you in arms, the connection on your golden heart strings bind tightly. Your scarlet red color blankets his soul and the sweetness settles into his subconscious. You begin to rest and relax into a dream. In your dream you continue to make glorious music and become consciously aware that the song you were playing in your dream, your player is humming in his sleep. The bond is created and now unbreakable. The used replacement violin with is worn body and strings of steel remains in its burlap sack, where it is there to stay.
The next time you play, it will be in front of a fire. In that fire will be the sack and its contents. Its demise will warm your space. In its absence, your color can once again paint your space and fill the air with sweet mist. All doubt is forever gone in flames. Your player awakens. He embraces you and holds you to his heart. You begin to sing and he begins to play. The fire is lit and the music is filling the air. As he plays, he hums and you are now making sweet music together. The bond is irreplaceable and unbreakable. As your sound turns to symphony, your gentle player knows he will never break you again. As your symphony gains strength and intensity, you both drift away into the harmonious sound that you will get to indulge in together....
for ever.

Becoming a Dream Catcher

The Way The Dream Began

Though it is always difficult to pen a recount your life, it is almost always necessary to do so... when you want what you’re about to say to be real. In this case, as I work on this development of a writing style, as unique to readers as I am to my world, it is particularly painful. The stories you will read not only come from my imagination, but are also my reality. As I draw these words from deep within, it makes me dizzy. This style of writing will be used to provoke images from words and draw my readers into a fantasy world in the manner of a dream.
These very stories, though as I said come from my own reality, are too invoked through dreams. A dream came to me one night while I apparently tried to work through all of the thoughts, fears, hopes, and realizations of the current twisted version of reality my life has become. To this dream I can only be grateful, for it has allowed me to see that anyone can wake up from a nightmare, because this dream was full of love and beauty. While the sharp-edged pieces from the broken mirror to my soul swirl through my mind, (like the stars that spin around a cartoon character when they have a piano fall from a third story window onto them)... I am beginning to envision a light to the end of my smog filled tunnel. Picking up the pieces a broken mirror should always be done carefully, but none the less, it should be done... before you get cut.
You will get to dare through these adventurous glimpses of my story in the image of me. You should imagine these stories from a woman's point of view, even if you are a man. For the truly daring, imagine it is yourself. I warn you only because you will be taken on a very emotional quest to seek out the true meaning of love and life (sorry men, but it is really about this woman, so you may just have to settle for being a passenger on this one). I invite you to laugh, cry, scream, be silent, dissipate and energize as we travel along this road together. This stories have multiple purposes. I will be creating them to not only develop a style that will allow my readers to become the story and live the story, but also to help me on my spiritual path... a healing process I have been meaning to endure. You will find that this style does not require dialogue because I invite you to create your own.
So to all of my passengers, hold on and take a ride with me. To all of you who are willing to take the drivers seat...red means stop and green means go. Never forget that going too fast can get you pulled over, while going too slow may take you forever... to get to your destination.

Peace and be well,
Julie…..