Soliloquium: Reflections on my World.

[yeishia]

Sits curled up on one end of the couch nursing a mug of strong coffee and a slight hangover. In the words of Joan Armatrading, I really should have drank some water with the wine last night.

The wine was delicious but how I feel right now is simply not...

So much work to do today...time to tackle packing up the basement...wonders if I should avoid this hangover and stay tipsy while I work

 

[yeishia]

An introspective afternoon with an old friend...

“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.”
― Anaïs Nin

“I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me naïve or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman.”
― Anaïs Nin

“We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect.”
― Anaïs Nin

“And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.”
― Anaïs Nin

“Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage.”
― Anaïs Nin

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“I am lonely, yet not everybody will do. I don't know why, some people fill the gaps and others emphasize my loneliness. In reality those who satisfy me are those who simply allow me to live with my ''idea of them.”
― Anaïs Nin


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“I do not want to be the leader. I refuse to be the leader. I want to live darkly and richly in my femaleness. I want a man lying over me, always over me. His will, his pleasure, his desire, his life, his work, his sexuality the touchstone, the command, my pivot. I don’t mind working, holding my ground intellectually, artistically; but as a woman, oh, God, as a woman I want to be dominated. I don’t mind being told to stand on my own feet, not to cling, be all that I am capable of doing, but I am going to be pursued, fucked, possessed by the will of a male at his time, his bidding.”
― Anaïs Nin

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“I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger as reason. I am so thirsty for the marvelous that only the marvelous has power over me. Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn't impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.”
― Anaïs Nin

“Our love of each other was like two long shadows kissing without hope of reality.”
― Anaïs Nin

“You cannot save people. You can only love them.”
― Anaïs Nin







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[yeishia]

Soliloquiumn ~ solitude ~ rebirth.

“In the world of the dreamer there was solitude: all the exaltations and joys came in the moment of preparation for living.

They took place in solitude.

But with action came anxiety, and the sense of insuperable effort made to match the dream, and with it came weariness, discouragement, and the flight into solitude again.

And then in solitude, in the opium den of remembrance, the possibility of pleasure again.”

Anaïs Nin

“Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one’s courage.”

Anais Nin

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[yeishia]

Truth be told...

Sweet Dreams are made of this

Eurythmics.

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Sweet dreams are made of this (sounds like these)
Who am I to disagree?
I traveled the world
And the seven seas--
Everybody's looking for something.
Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused.

Oooh, yeah, whoa

Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree?
I travel the world
And the seven seas--
Everybody's looking for something.

Ooh, yeah, whoa

(Hold your head up--Keep your head up--MOVIN' ON)
(Hold your head up--MOVIN' ON--Keep your head up--MOVIN' ON)
(Hold your head up--MOVIN' ON--Keep your head up--MOVIN' ON)
(Hold your head up--MOVIN' ON--Keep your head up)

Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused.

(Hold your head up--Keep your head up--MOVIN' ON)
(Hold your head up--MOVIN' ON--Keep your head up--MOVIN' ON)
(Hold your head up--MOVIN' ON--Keep your head up--MOVIN' ON)
(Hold your head up--MOVIN' ON--Keep your head up)

Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree?
I travel the world
And the seven seas--
Everybody's looking for something.

Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree?
I travel the world
And the seven seas--
Everybody's looking for something.

Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree?
I travel the world
And the seven seas--
Everybody's looking for something.




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[yeishia]

Moi? * giggles*

There must be an Angel

Eurythmics

No-one on earth could feel like this
I'm thrown and overblown with bliss
There must be an angel
Playing with my heart

I walk into an empty room
And suddenly my heart goes "boom"
It's an orchestra of angels
And they're playing with my heart

Must be talking to an angel
Must be talking to an angel
Must be talking to an angel
Must be talking to an angel
Must be talking to an angel
Must be talking to an angel

No-one on earth could feel like this
I'm thrown and overblown with bliss
There must be an angel
Playing with my heart

And when I think that I'm alone
It seems there's more of us at home
It's a multitude of angels
And they're playing with my heart

Must be talking to an angel
Must be talking to an angel
Must be talking to an angel
Must be talking to an angel
Must be talking to an angel
Must be talking to an angel

I must be hallucinating
Watching angels celebrating

Could this be reactivating
All my senses dislocating?

This must be a strange deception
By celestial intervention

Leavin' me the recollection
Of your heavenly connection

I walk into an empty room
And suddenly my heart goes "boom"
It's an orchestra of angels
And they're playing with my heart

Must be talking to an angel
Must be talking to an angel
Must be talking to an angel
Must be talking to an angel
Must be talking to an angel
Must be talking to an angel
.

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[Luna_Wolf72]

Rising scent of musk, sandalwood, vanilla, fur. A note pushed through a letter slot.

I am thinking of you, pretty one.
You should really take a moment, when you have time,
and find me.​

A white rose follows the note.

And then the scents...fade away.

 

[yeishia]

For my dark angel...

Up to the mountain

Susan Boyle


I went up to the mountain
Because you asked me to
Up over the clouds
To where the sky was blue
I could see all around me
Everywhere
I could see all around me
Everywhere

Sometimes I feel like
I've never been nothing but tired
And I'll be walking
Till the day I expire
Sometimes I lay down
No more can I do
But then I go on again
Because you ask me to

Some days I look down
Afraid I will fall
(From: http://www.elyrics.net)
And though the sun shines
I see nothing at all
Then I hear your sweet voice, oh
Oh, come and then go, come and then go
Telling me softly
You love me so

The peaceful valley
Just over the mountain
The peaceful valley
Few come to know
I may never get there
Ever in this lifetime
But sooner or later
It's there I will go
Sooner or later
It's there I will go



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[yeishia]

Rising scent of musk, sandalwood, vanilla, fur. A note pushed through a letter slot.

I am thinking of you, pretty one.
You should really take a moment, when you have time,
and find me.​

A white rose follows the note.

And then the scents...fade away.

* smiles softly as i read the note holding the beautiful rose close to my heart *

Soon...I think...sooner than she knows.

 

[yeishia]

Sweet Dreams

Music video from the Circus tour by Brittany Spears​

 

[Last_Rider]

Soll, my home. This place smells of sunlight, of warmth, the softness, the serenity, all of my senses are pleasantly captured by the essence of this wonderful place. I have been away far too long.

This is my home.

I make sure the curtains are pulled back and the warm sun streaming into this place, the colors are softer, speaking of spring and rebirth. Of new things to come, of the beauty that will be arriving soon. Now some soft music to go with my hot chocolate as I sit on the couch and close my eyes, thinking only of my Angel.

 

[yeishia]

I have missed my dark angel's presence in our home of late but such is the way of the real world , it can become a nasty demanding beastie...

As if his very thoughts conjured up my presence I appear beside him on our couch, carful not to upset his hot chocolate I settle in beside him, becoming an extension of who he is as I snuggle closer.

A soft nuzzle against against his neck and a whispered, " I love you " are all that is needed.

He is home I am content...

 

[yeishia]

This belongs in the sanctity of Soll..

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[Last_Rider]

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Know that you are loved my Angel

 

[yeishia]

For my love...

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[yeishia]

Know that you are loved my Angel ​

As are you...

 

[yeishia]

A special commission hung with love over our bed.

 

[yeishia]

I am in the mood for....

 

[yeishia]

I am smiling...

Because of the unexpected long stem red rose I received in my real world today...it was exquisite and smelled divine

 

[yeishia]

I slipped back into Sol, the only reminder of Valentines a single long stemmed rose gracing my writing desk.

With amusement I realized that the drapes were once again open providing an almost in-congruent frame for the harsh winter lurking outside. Smiling softly I hastened to close them softening the once lush garden landscape in the process…

I hated winter and often wondered why I lived in the local I did, why I did not simply change my virtual paradise into Springtime…

Because one needed reminders, even the harsh ones to prevent the slippery slide backwards.

It was time I returned to Serendipity…

I loved the month of February, Valentines followed by my birthday.

Each birthday represented another year free of cancer and I cherished its arrival.

Yes, it was time to go to my tropical paradise.

I thought of following Luna’s example and barring the entrance while I was gone. I grinned to myself. People rarely came here…except for my dark angel when the mood came upon him to call Soliloquium his home.

All were welcome here.

a whispered, "que sera sera", and I was on my way home.
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[Last_Rider]

I enter Soll to find that spring has come. My Angel never cared for snow, neither do I actually, this is much better. I come with a few small gifts for her, and a bunch of roses.

She is not here in the house proper, though I can catch her scent, and the scent of rose petals. I know where she has gone, and I think I shall follow.

"Que Sera Sera"

 

[Annisthyrienne]

* I slip in quietly to the abode of my friend, a surprise in hand for her to mark her special day. It has been too long since I visited, having withdrawn more and more from this realm of late. Barely snatches of conversation here and there are all that mark my presence anymore. And yet my interests in my stories is picking up, ironically. I guess it only takes one or two good ones to spark the writing juices.

The place is a lovely peaceful setting, just as I remember it. I don't wish to disturb the contents of the occupant, but I do set aside some things on the table to make room for a couple things.

First, a couple bouquets to mark the occasion, color to brighten her day. One natural, one man made, but still cheery I hope.*

* And finally a small wrapped token with my gift inside, just a little something to remind her Who and What she truly is in those times when this illusion of existence begins to seem to be too burdensome.

One whispered wish before I depart again, left suspended in the ether until she should arrive to hear it.....*

May you have the happiest of birthdays, my sweet friend. ​

 

[Last_Rider]

Today is a very special day, a day of celebration and rejoicing. Today is the day my Angel was born. I would not be who I am without her, she brings light to the world, everywhere she goes the world shines a little brighter because of her. My love, my everything. Today is for her.

I carefully set the cake on the table, the wrapped necklace beside it. I draw the curtains, just a little, and set candles around the room. The decorations in place I seat myself on the couch and wait for my Angel to appear.

 

[yeishia]

I thank you both for thinking of me this day and for your thoughtful gifts, I shall treasure them always.

After breakfast in bed cooked by my son, my day was spent quietly with my dogs much as it was here on Lit in the warmth safety and solitude of Serendipidy.

Away from the maddening crowds ~ tis they way I prefer it.

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[Annisthyrienne]

Maddening crowds. That is a phrase I am beginning to understand more and more, and a sentiment I'm beginning to share. I'm finding I prefer no company better than my own, immersed in the enjoyment of my stories.

 

[yeishia]

* hugs you*

You are lucky, you have your stories, I still cannot write ...so frustrating.

As for the crowds I never did like them lol .