Semi-Daily Scribbles

Previously…

Darla on the mountaintop, proclaiming to the four winds, with a silver chalice in her left hand and a finely-wrought blade of steel in the right:

Both of these accessories are in play as they pertain to my energy and destiny. It is almost as though we are not examining two people, two archetypes, but rather one. Two halves, if I am to read upon these pages a story about the reflection of the dark part of the soul, of an embryonic whole. Two entities that make up one Spirit. How difficult it is to be in the same room as The Other Half! It hurts to be around a fragment of oneself that cannot be made complete. I don't believe in flames, only tribes, and to come across a kindred member of this wandering band of scribes is an opportunity for one to be challenged. Challenged and frustrated and shamed into becoming the most self-actualized human one can be in this space and time. People that come and go throughout our lives are lessons in the flesh. What is it I need to learn? ¿Y tú? For what reason? By what method? … and another thing … I've put more effort into this damn relationship that's been stuck in The Friend Zone for the last five years than you have. Why am I bellyaching and shouting from this foothill freezing my ass off?!