Greetings

My posts have been few and far between because they gave me a promotion where I work and it is enough to drive a looney bird even loonier and drive this mad cat to the brink.

Betwixt and between I have been trying to write my article on "What makes a true Hero" but every time I sit down I get some sort of interruption or it is time to work some odd hour. The physical symptoms of my frazzled mind are appearing like migranes and twitching of eyelids and greying of hair. Oh dear, to just lie in a field of flowers with no bees or bugs and sleep for however long I needed would be nice. I have all these ideas in my head to put on paper or make and take pictures of. Till then I am enslaved by the modern corporate world... ugh.

Well, I guess it is time for a blog. It has been so cold here that it is hard to keep spirits up and stress was driving me crazy. Then I get my mail today and my HUGE order of beads had arrived. I spent a lot more than I had planned but getting them in the mail made me feel warm and fuzzy all over! OOOH! Millifiori stars... swarovski fire opals...bicone crystals...lampwork kitties, YIPPEEE! I felt like the Yellow Yahoo on a yippee spree! Then as if that were not enough, I go out to a local outlet store that just opened a new branch and buy MORE beads! Mostly seed beads and a few odd glass beads I just had to have. And a book on loom and off loom weaving. Okay, now what to do with all of these. I'll wait til a  day off and make some creations. Yip yip yippeee!

Happy New Year to everyone!

I just want to wish everyone a very Happy Holiday, whatever way you celebrate. Have a wonderful time and the best of New Years!

I know it has been an eternity since I posted. I haven't even had time to sleep or send creative things to this community, only go to work and complete assignments for my online education program in Computer Animation. I can't say the latter was a mistake, I can only say it was billed for "working people" when it is definitely not. I have more assignments and work than there is time in the day and if i mess up or need help, forget it. And they brag that the instructions are so "detailed" that no one should have trouble, yeah right.

So, sadly I  must quit the courses and stare back at them, recognizing the positives and only taking them with me. A Raven always walks alone and so I have decided that if nothing else I will be a freelance artist and just try to learn everything I can, including cg graphics,  here and there. At least i have a job in sales for money, it isn't much but artists are always poor.

The whole experience reminds me of the song "What dreams are made of" by Van Halen.

"Reach for the golden ring reach for the sky...staring on broken dreams, never loosing sight... well baby just spread your wings... so baby dry your eyes, save all the tears you've cried, oh that's what dreams are made of. Cause we belong in a world that must be strong.... that's what dreams are made of.... and in the end on dreams we will depend ... cause that's what love is made of."

It 's been a long time since I posted. But like the song says "This is not the end, this is not the beginning, just a voice like a riot rocking every revision."

I hope everyone had a wonderful Halloween. I bought myself a pair of fairy wings for the "Fall Festival" at work. Everyone was dressed as witches, chefs, ghostbusters or the like and we had tables of activities for children and adults. Wouldn't you know it, though, everyone thought I was a butterfly instead of a faerie!  :(

And as if I didn't have enough going on besides work, I did something crazy. As if going to Baltimore alone last year was crazy enough, and I applied to get into an expensive online Computer Animation program. Ok here we go again with a third, yes third degree. Technically it's my second bachelors but since I didn't start out right in the first place due to parental meddeling when I was seventeen I am finally getting the chance to prove myself almost thirty years later, ack! This program is uber expensive too; over 50 thousand US dollars, but I told myself if I don't do this now then when?

Needless to say my family thinks I am more mad than the Mad Hatter and that I have jumped down the rabbit hole of debt from student loans and financial ruin.

Aside from that it has been years since I have done any kind of math or algebra or taken any classes and I feel quite like harry potter under the sorting hat being judged. I guess I really am mad. And unfortunately this means I cannot afford Faerie Con or Dragon Con or Bot Con this year or the next but perhaps once I graduate opportunities for such will come. I am just hoping for a lot of luck and good wishes. Phew! I am exhausted already!

I know some of us have been there, when we know we have reached a crossroads, or one of those moments when we know there is more than one path to take and we can "see" it in front of us just like the old proverbs.

Well, after the late meeting at work tonight I was sitting down wondering what to blog when I had a rare vision. The back story is; after waiting for what felt like an unpleasant and long eternity (knowing I had to make a change but dragging my feet) A vision (or some sort of creative thought but I would call that a vision too) popped into my head.  I saw a dark, tree lined narrow cross roads with deep forests, thickets and darkness beyond. The only light came from a dim street lamp and there was a dark figure in a trench coat and top hat holding an old fashioned oil lamp like the street callers from days of old. It was as if I had been plopped down there from heaven instead of having walked, and when I saw him I knew somehow why he was there. Like some tally taker or dark messenger sent to record the choices you have made and dole out the punishments. He said "You must make the choice" in a dark deep voice and I knew what it meant and that we both knew the answer if I was brave enough to face it. The vision just popped in my head and went away just as fast as it had come. Anyone else but my enchanted friends would think I am going loony. But I swear it was just as real as day and night. I do have a bad cold and true, it may be the Sudafed and lack of sleep but I don't think so.

Thought for the day: I heard a poem recently and the beginning of it seemed to ring true:

"Forget your perfect offering,

there is a crack in everything,

that's how the light gets in"

I don't know why I am posting this in my blog other than this may resonate with the wonderful creative souls among us, indigo or not. 

Creativity is amazing and we create so many amazing things when we are just in harmony with everything and answering our "calling." Somethimes that means dipping into the spiritual realm by whatever way one feels is best.  I wasn't inclined to believe in auras or chakras or any of that other "nonsense" growing up in a "normal" family... until I found out why I was so creative and different. And at some point all of us have to make the choice of living the pure creative life or rejecting it for the "normal world." And for those of us that never felt quite right in that "normal" position (the indigo and the creative types) it can be so very frustrating! Part of that comes from the past  where we hold all the pains, hurts, abuses and injustices of our life. And they were a result mostly of us not being understood or respected and forced to conform to a world we didn't like. 

I read a quote on an indigo website that hit home for me: "It's been said,' that once beaten down, you can get back up, but when beaten down by conformity you will never rise again.' I think the Indigo knows this truth unlike any other. This is why we are so easily upset at so many little things that trigger us, especially stupidity and conformity."

That is hitting the nail on the head (for me anyway) but the catch 22 is instead of  spreading and enhancing creativity as a positive thing, like we are often taught, our energy (sometimes strong, intense, and very disruptive) does the opposite and scares people and drives many people away. But we are all here to spread joy and help others with our creativity, not the opposite. You cannot fill your heart with love or think positive thoughts if there isn't any room. And I think that there is plenty of room if people would listen and accept creativity with an open mind.

Quote of the day:

"Common sense and sense of humor are the same thing, moving at different speeds. A sense of humor is just comon sense, dancing." ~William James

Namaste

Over the past year or so I have been here there have been five or six crazy messages in my inbox here at Enchanted Folk. I disregarded and deleted them at first but now they have been getting more and more frequent with crazy user names like "fond" and "friend all full of mispellings and bad grammar and wanting to start a "relationship."  These obviously are not kind and friendly legitimate members of our community, they are scams of some sort. I don't know if these are the same kinds of things someone else complained about earllier but I am sick of deleteing them.

Sorry for such an unpleasant blog but as soon as I logged on tonight there was another one lurking around in my inbox like a mad pixie.

Hmm, I wonder if a Cheshire Cat would find a bad pixie edible? (By that I mean those pesky "Cornish Pixies" from Harry Potter or the like.) Hmm no ... definitely no. But we might be good at catching them ;)

That title is just about how I feel right now. This is the first chance I have had to relax and de-frazzle since Saturday night when I had to leave work to make an emergency visit to the hospital. My poor father had a heart attack and my parents never made it to the funeral of a dear friend and neighbor. It was a total shock to my family as my father had never had any symptoms. We didn't learn anything for over two hours and mother was crying. Thankfully they moved fast and he was okay. They have him on a lot of meds and limited activities.

 I had to be there again for mother who drives poorly at night. I can never be the one in my family to stress out of course, especially now that I have two high maintanence senior family members.

Thankfully my father is home now. Of course we had to cancel everything for the rest of the week except my appointment with the orthapedic doctor for my arthritis and carpel tunnel symptoms. Of course that was messed up too and my primary Dr. gave me the wrong directions plus I hope I am seeing the right doctor (supposedly the one I am scheduled for can treat me for both without two different appointments for two different doctors but somehow I really don't trust that receptionist after she made two appointments to start with and then said 'or I can make one with this dr' instead.'  gawww like why didnt you say that in the first place!)

And I wasn't expecting to have to bring dad home AND go to work and deal with all that processed baloney there. The phone is ringing off the hook all day; friends, neighbors, idiots, work, when is your next bead class? (you're asking me that now!?) 

Waaaa!

Calgon take me away!