In Chinese astrology, I am a Fire Horse

Orientals believe that whatever unbridled passions the Horse possesses, they will be multiplied many times over when he or she is born in the year of the Fire Horse, which comes once in every sixty-year cycle. The last Fire Horse year was in 1966 and it will not come again until the year 2026. In days of old (when liberated and overly assertive women were frowned upon as troublemakers and difficult to marry off) it was considered most unlucky to have a daughter born in this year.

Legend has it that the Fire Horse will consume everything in his path and wreak havoc wherever he goes. Many a lady Fire Horse, so they say, has ruined the life of a good man simply because of her passionate nature.

A person born in this year is said to be cheerful, popular and quick-witted. He has raw sex appeal rather than straight good looks. Earthy and warmly appealing, he is very perceptive and talkative. His changeable nature may lead him to be hot-tempered, rash and headstrong at times. The unpredictable Horse will fall in love easily and fall out of love just as easily.
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I dusted off my favorite pen
only to find her
rusted and dead...

I won't be so quick to abandon
my old friend

so off I go to find some magic oil
a gentle cloth
and bring her back to life

I know there's much left to share...

she wouldn't dare leave me
in the depths of despair ...

no! ... she wouldn't dare

Wings

sunday scribblings

I have a tendecy to focus to the point of losing sight of the big picture. In my most creative moments I use my imagination as wings that set me free. I take a deep breath, close my eyes and imagine: I find a mountain and perch on a branch overlooking the vastness before me, remembering that there's more to the task at hand. On occassion I'll take flight, depending on the mission. Many times this helps me gain perspective.

I've been antsy in the last couple of months. My creativity has taken a backseat to life, and I can hear her voice gaining momentum in the recesses of my mind. It won't be quiet for long, she's gaining momentum, and her angst is making me restless.

My creativity has given me wings to fly into realities that only exist within the confines of my imagination. Sometimes real life is just too depressing, and soaring through the ether has been the only place to escape.

Thank you for the reminder. I'm dusting off my wings and heading out for a flight.

Starting Over

Let's see if this works.

Now... where to start...

~edited to add:

I've been pondering whether or not I wanted to introduce myself, but have decided that I will just unravel myself in layers. It seems like hindsight now, but I think this identity of the onion is much more appropriate to the way I want to define myself. I have had many incarnations in my other blogs and when I started this one I was thinking "integration" we'll have to see how that pans out.

For now I will simply say I'm Female!