The Enchanted Map - Chapter 5

No Man's Land

Where the Rant is weak, but in for a Penny and a Pounding

28 October 2013

P. M. S. Need I say more? Quoting Peter Pan, the Uncontradictable: "It is what it is."

Tonight, hey-ho-Silvo, I'm giving my wild inner filly free reign until I donner off. If not here, then where? So brace yourselves.

You know... if there's ONE thing (in this frame of mind and possibly most of my others) that is too often misconstrued by women-folk as OKAY, it's INDIRECT NESS (obtuse uncle of Loch, Shy and Cute).

Ever heard a friend commend you on the personable attributes of your entertaining, engaging and endearing IMPERSONALITY traits? Not? Oh. Wonder why?

Sincerity is a given expectation in any form of friendship. If you hold back on a friend so obviiously, they'd say 'hey, um (tongue-click) I'm busy right now; some other time?' 

When a virtual vacuum enters a seemingly worthwhile, engaging conversation, it's time to review your cards. Symphonic energy surpasses the willfully tone-deaf. A spiritual shrug is often a request for release. If this is the truth, go on and be free!

Tonight, I drew the last straw (I mean card) by asking: 'What now?'

I drew one card: Wizard of Awareness (3 reversed)

The mantra read as follows: 'Your soul knows best: be still and observe'

Note to self: take up a whole day of squash every month right about this time!!!

Th card advises that the Wizard of Awareness comes warns me that too much force behind a desire for a specific outcome robs me of a true and full experience. I should step back, take my energy away from this situation, and focus on GRATITUDE for the ever-changing conditions of life. Am I, perhaps, trying to control the outcome of something because I don't trust my highest good? In meditation and STILL NESS (evasive spinster sister of LOCH), my answer will come without any effort . I should be neutral and see how this moment is but a small marker on the Map of my life's journey.

Oh, sure! And yes, I'd like some wine with that. Fat chance. Better luck next month. I see this whole pear-shaped affair trying to force its way down a round little drainpipe.

Let the bag pipes play me an exit march, for I seem to be buggering up left, right and centre here. Preach all you like - the lady has left the temple. You would too if you were treated this way. And if you wouldn't: shame on you! Nobody should be treated this way.

You're either in, or you're out. Either consistent, or insincere in your quest for my attention! How blind you left me feeling...