Friday, March 25, 2005

Is it wrong?

I just heard Michael Buble on the radio and thought of you...and I realised I desperately want to dance with you. I want to hold you in my arms and twirl slowly around a floor while sweet music plays for us. I know, we're both klutzy and graceful as oxen, and we'll end up on each others toes or perhaps even in a pile on the floor if things go really wrong. But I don't care. I know how much fun it would be no matter what.

Sorry, I know I probably shouldn't be thinking these sorts of things. Not now, perhaps, not yet. But I do. I've not had such longing to dance with anyone in I don't know how long...perhaps never in this lifetime.

Still thinking of you....

Thursday, March 24, 2005

For the weekend...

Hmmm, what I *want*...well, what I really want is for us both to be done around noon...I'll come pick you up, we'd go downtown, wander and browse, linger over a drink in a coffee shop, maybe stick around long enough so that come dinner time we could go to a nice restaurant. Then we'd go home, loaf and lounge, maybe read books, you cuold work on H's chart s'more, I would'nt mind getting some writing done. Friday, of course, we'd stay home since pretty much everythign is closed. Maybe just take a walk if it's nice out (which it's supposed to be) and enjoy the spring sunshine. Saturday we could go out again if you like...maybe pick up some good groceries so I could make us a special dinner, for either saturday or sunday. Until finally monday night, as we go to bed and drift off to sleep, wishing we didnt' ahve to go to work again on tuesday....

I know...but I can dream can't I?

Wednesday, March 23, 2005

Picked for me

By hand by E....

25

I am not aware of everything I know, of what I can do, of what I have learned

You have to stop nurturing the belief that you have no value

Its time to be responsible for your aptitudes by concretely manifesting your potential

Monday, March 21, 2005

Sorry, but I need to answer...

Yes, my love. Yes I do know what you’re feeling. I can feel it through the eather somehow, through our shared brain.

I wasn’t kidding when I said I spent all Saturday worried that you were in the hospital, I could tell it was that level of a day. I’d been hoping my radar was off, but I knew it wasn’t.

I never trust my own feelings when I feel that pull from you, that desire to find me on your doorstep. I chalk it up to wishful thinking on my part. I worry so much that there’s nothing I can give you, that there’s no way I could ever be good enough for you. You see, I know how great you are, because I can see you the way you can’t see yourself. And I think I can see even deeper than most, because I know you so well. And I worry in turn, because you know me so well, and can see everything about me.

As to strength...take all you need my love, it’s yours for the asking. Any strength I have, it’s because I want so much to be good enough for you, and to give you what I think you really do deserve. It really does make me happy to give.

I think the synastry was highly accurate, at least from my end. You do inspire me, increase my self confidence and teach me how to make magic. Every day I know you’re a dream come true.

Thursday, March 17, 2005

I scry with my little eye....

My horoscope yesterday said that it was a good day for scrying. Well, I've never been one to peer into bowls of water (well, not without trying to poke the fish as they swim) so instead I did some Tarot. Here's a modified Celtic Cross I did, asking for a "timeline"...

Card One: The underlying situation
Ace of Cups

Card Two: Overlaying the situation
Seven of Pentacles, reversed

Card Three: The Ultimate, that which can be achieved
Nine of Pentacles

Card Four: The basis of the sitation
Four of Wands

Card Five: That which is passing, to be released
Nine of Swords

Card Six: That which is approaching, to be embraced
Queen of Wands

card Seven: Beginning of the "timeline"
Seven of Wands, reversed

Card Eight:
Ten of Cups

Card Nine:
Eight of Wands, reversed

Card Ten: The ultimate outcome on this path, end of the timeline
The Lovers

I found it, um, interesting.