Tag: The Crazy Years

Tonight was not good. In fact, it sucked with teeth. Our little freaking airing out session turned into Continue reading “F*M*RUNNING!”

just what the fuck it means to be alive? Continue reading “You ever wonder”

Things are better. It all came to a head on Saturday morning and Continue reading “Better”

Well fuck me running. I clicked on the “not simple” page and LOST everything I had just typed. That bites. Continue reading “Whining”

They said the blood test was negative.

Funny how painful that was to hear. Now I am scared to find out why I am having all these symptoms. Am I merely hysterical?

I really really want to crawl into bed and cry until next year.

I know we still have time, but everyone was so sure this time. Even the stupid pendulum and runes said yes.

I can’t imagine how Mike is feeling right now. He was so hopeful. I feel like I am letting him down. The fault must lie with me.

Don’t know how to do a mood image, but if I did know how, I doubt they would have one to fit this mood.

Where are you going with your spirituality.

This question was posed on a list I am on. Rather than tell me where you came from, tell me where you are going.

And how can I do that? I can say that I see my future in my students. I see in them the witch I want to be. I see in my writings the formation of a book that others say they want to read as well.

But where am I going with my spirituality?

Hell, I don’t think I know.

Do I need to?

NOTE FROM ARWEN 5/21/2011: The second line of this post CRACKED me up. It is painful to revisit these posts on one level and on another I feel like I am observing a completely different me. These are from my crazy years. Continue reading “Beginning”