Libra Horoscope for week of January 27, 2011
I'll be interested to see how you shift your attitudes about love in the coming weeks, Libra. Fate will be bringing you good reasons to move away from long-held opinions about the nature of romance and intimacy. Your subconscious mind will be stirring with new dispensations about how best to deal with and express your life-giving longings. All in all, the process should be pretty enjoyable, especially if you relish psycho-spiritual riddles that impel you to probe deeper into the mysteries of togetherness.
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When I begin to think about romantic love a lot of things come to mind......the stirring of my heart.....the longing of my soul.....and of course the manifestation of passion. There is no doubt a strange, glorious cocktail of many levels that come into play for someone to capture my heart. Sometimes it's immediate and feels like a crazy ride at the amusement park....othertimes it's stirring and slow and growing so that before I realize it I am so helplessly captivated that I can't wait until the next time.
We all the know the signs......quickening of your heart when that person is around, not being able to get enough of them..and wanting to reveal all of yourself .....past and deep to them. After all we are all looking for that unconditional lover and friend/confidante/partner in crime. I have always been drawn to a certain kind of guy and it seems that no matter how it starts off, it winds up the same. I am so happy that he is into me that I begin projecting onto him a ton of stuff.......sometimes beyond the benefit of the doubt when things begin to go wrong.
Perhaps we all carry around a certain blue print within our soul of that special person and all of our life we quicken at the mere hint of someone being like that. As I grow and develop however I have come to learn a few things. No matter how attractive someone is, if he can't be there for the bad as well as the good it does me no good. Character counts for so much more. A man that will think of himself only and then me isn't what I do ever so how is it that I wind up with that so very often.
I hear a lot of women talk about how insensitive men can be but I don't want or need a man to partner me in my sensitivity. That would be a huge 'wah' fest and what good would that be? I think a man that has empathy and can realize the depth of the existence of my emotions would be more practical. After all it is up to me to actually take care of myself. Anything that comes after that is a bonus.
I have finally gotten over that there is no guy that rides in on a white horse or in a white charger, mustang, or be still my heart camaro. After years of waiting and reading tons of romantic stories there is no one that just magically appears into your life and fits. Sure there are people that appear and can fit but that isn't going to happen to me. I am not the kind of woman that drives a man to distraction. Men don't follow me around in the grocery store or stare at me in my car. I am invisible....I have a huge do not disturb sign around me and it blares very loud and often to stay away. At first it was because I got tired of the asshole magnet I had on my back that attracted every and any loser to me. Once I could see that I got it through my head that some of us are just meant to be alone. I won't be with someone that is attracted to me at first but then comes to resent me for my strength and intelligence in the long run. I've been there and done that.
I thought to have a better man in my life I had to become a better woman. I thought this meant taking care of the wreckage of my childhood....doing all that personal work....making friends with myself....standing on my own two feet. ....not being so damn needy. I think I went a bit overboard. I locked myself up and now I don't even know where the damn key is. I built a fortress to protect me and my son only to find that I am very much alone behind the mote and the drawbridge and no one is on the other side of the gate trying to get in.
I am so very tired of being alone and not knowing that I fit in somewhere with someone. I watch couple at the grocery store.......so very few of them are in sync or look happy together. They look like they just want to be anywhere else but there. So in the long run I hope to meet and be with a man that I can love and nurture and grow with and understand. That I can trust and respect and lean on when I fall apart. Someone that can trust me and know I wouldn't betray him because I don't know how to much less try to. I am moving slowly into a new phase of my life and for the first time in a long time I don't know what to do. I don't much care for that but I've been careful for a long time. I haven't done anything rash or bizarre. I have quietly endured poverty and sickness and solitude. I know this isn't what life is all about or that I deserve to always have so little but I'll be damned if I know how to fix this.
The negative committee in my head is working overtime.....telling me I am too old, too fat, to opinionated, that it's all too late. Is that right? I missed all the boats? I have to stay on the island now with the smallest of supplies ot sustain me? I am so afraid that I am starving for love and affection and attention that the first man to really fall for me that I won't be able to see and think at all for want of all the need which as you can see TERRIFIES ME.
Someone can need me.......that's never been a problem but from the beginning wanting and needing someone else ends badly........parents go away.....friends aren't that true.......family doesn't always understand me......the World went from being a bright shiny place to something I have shunned and rejected.
Love is the strongest thing in the Universe. I know this and believe this with all of my heart. I know what love feels like in a lot of different ways. Perhaps the next phase is about leaping into the vast unknown again and this time finding somethings drastically changed for the better. After all I know how to discern people better than ever before. I don't lie.....I don't cheat.....and someone out there may not mind my fat ass. Who knows. My life giving longings have been so much on a back shelf that I fear they are beyond dusty. So......we'll see what we see and I will hope what can be hoped. Love is all you need.
Friday, January 28, 2011
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
GIVING AND GETTING
Every day for the past couple of weeks I have told myself, "I need to write". I didn't write anything and now I must tell you I feel a bit stiff and rusty. So I am going to delve into something and see just how it comes out, ok?
When I was younger I remember being connected, being accepted, being wanted, being in love. It is a joyous,raucous, topsy-turvy place. Sometimes like visiting the carnival, other times like being at an arcade, and other times still like being in a glorious fairy tale.....at least the good ones. The bad ones ......well they start out ok....a glance, a word, an exchange, a spark , a friggin inferno...........and then bam you're off running on some runaway train to G-d only knows where.
Some of us who were brought up mostly by ourselves, honed on the nectar of drama and peril then in return found ourselves.....no please allow me to personalize this.....I found myself in relationships that often fell so far beneath my capabilities that I could wonder why on earth did I bother. Well because a man wanted me......needed me....desired me and all else ...all common credible thought flew.......very quickly right out the window. Of course while we're inside of it we tell......no I told myself that I could get out at any time, that I really was more deserving of a better relationship, that there is more to life than explaining myself over and over again to someone else......
After 2 major relationships and a hand full of minor ones and a few daliances ( wow I just said daliance) I can see that I am even still at the mercy of my heart. I am on the other side of quite a few disasters. I have more than processed a devastating childhood. I have banged my head against the wall in the hardest way possible being a single parent. Through it all I can tell you that I fostered my inner Cinderella with books and movies. Plots and stories of peril but eventually the soul-mate arrives with the balm of understanding ........the intensity of sexual desire and I might add always satisfaction......and the fucking happily ever after.
So, I grew and matured. I processed and threw out junk. I went to therapy. Hell I even went to school to become a counselor which did more to actually explain the fucked up behavior of my parents better than ANY THING OR ANYONE ELSE did before. In the check list which I believe my soul has I crossed a few major things off as having done thoroughly and well. Great........and now what?
We......mental smack here ....I am still at the mercy of being a chick, a female, a perpetual 12 yr old inside.....ready to giggle and feel the lust that licks the inside of my lower stomach.....the light headedness of attraction and desire.....the longing and insanity of discovery of another person and the ultimate prize.....satisfaction of being accepted.
Who is accepting me still? I couldn't answer you that as I have not done anything about it in a long time. I have heard men say that women rule the world because they have a vagina and that's ultimately what a man wants....but isn't there more? If I have this prized commodity is it possible that I have devalued it's presence? Oh the ironies of existence and perspective.
At some point in my questing for a partner I put something forth to myself. If I couldn't readily understand what was happening between me and another person then it wasn't going well. If I found myself explaining why I did something over and over again....then it wasn't going well. If I couldn't get what I need and wanted relatively easily then it wasn't going well. It seems to be how it works out.
There is a shared language.......an exchange that we do.......here is all the things that happened to me ......here are all the things that I did before I met you.......here are some of the things that hurt me........here are some of the things that I did to hurt someone else........here is the messiest part of me......here is me falling apart......here is me standing up for myself........here is me explaining why I feel this way.......here is me needing something from you but not knowing what it even is.
I feel guilty about a relationship before it even starts because I actually know that I an and will always be working at a deficit. So..........
Instead of walking around trying to get this deep well of emotions that I have inside of me fulfilled by someone else I have tried for a very long time to do it myself. Yes.......I have tried to do it on my own. Feeling horny? Don't complain....after all a self achieved climax works......ahhhh but for how long? Feeling lonely? Well there are a million distractions in the world...especially now with the internet. When the day is over and the night gathers her dark gowns around the world and the stars accent her hair that is when I feel the most vulnerable and alone and having failed.
I have convinced myself that no man could possibly love me and even more important that if he does he s not good for me by the sheer fact that he wants me. You can sit there and tell me a million things about me that is of value to someone else but that is the deepest damage of all from having two parents that were hell bent on destroying themselves. I really don't believe I deserve that kind of love and devotion that I am capable of giving to another person. When it all comes down to it I really don't beleive anyone will come along and want me unconditionally.....just because it is me and I exist. Intellectually I know this can't be true but emotionally that is the truth that I have worked under all my life. This is the key that abandonment from the earliest moments of my life has left. Deep down inside I feel I am Cinderella whose prince doesn't even exist.
I never allowed myself to allow this to come to the surface before. This truth stayed buried beneath all the hopes against hope that I was good enough for love and committment....after all I am not the type of woman that will smile to your face and sleep with your best friend. That's not me. I have waited my entire life to receive what I could give and exchange with someone else. Deep meaningful existance....love and commitment...trust...honesty. Look at the world we live in, hardly any of these things are honored at all much less held up to a higher place in everyone's life.
Don't dispare .......I am not giving up. I am a hopeless romantic. And even the strangest people find what they so deserve eventually.
When I was younger I remember being connected, being accepted, being wanted, being in love. It is a joyous,raucous, topsy-turvy place. Sometimes like visiting the carnival, other times like being at an arcade, and other times still like being in a glorious fairy tale.....at least the good ones. The bad ones ......well they start out ok....a glance, a word, an exchange, a spark , a friggin inferno...........and then bam you're off running on some runaway train to G-d only knows where.
Some of us who were brought up mostly by ourselves, honed on the nectar of drama and peril then in return found ourselves.....no please allow me to personalize this.....I found myself in relationships that often fell so far beneath my capabilities that I could wonder why on earth did I bother. Well because a man wanted me......needed me....desired me and all else ...all common credible thought flew.......very quickly right out the window. Of course while we're inside of it we tell......no I told myself that I could get out at any time, that I really was more deserving of a better relationship, that there is more to life than explaining myself over and over again to someone else......
After 2 major relationships and a hand full of minor ones and a few daliances ( wow I just said daliance) I can see that I am even still at the mercy of my heart. I am on the other side of quite a few disasters. I have more than processed a devastating childhood. I have banged my head against the wall in the hardest way possible being a single parent. Through it all I can tell you that I fostered my inner Cinderella with books and movies. Plots and stories of peril but eventually the soul-mate arrives with the balm of understanding ........the intensity of sexual desire and I might add always satisfaction......and the fucking happily ever after.
So, I grew and matured. I processed and threw out junk. I went to therapy. Hell I even went to school to become a counselor which did more to actually explain the fucked up behavior of my parents better than ANY THING OR ANYONE ELSE did before. In the check list which I believe my soul has I crossed a few major things off as having done thoroughly and well. Great........and now what?
We......mental smack here ....I am still at the mercy of being a chick, a female, a perpetual 12 yr old inside.....ready to giggle and feel the lust that licks the inside of my lower stomach.....the light headedness of attraction and desire.....the longing and insanity of discovery of another person and the ultimate prize.....satisfaction of being accepted.
Who is accepting me still? I couldn't answer you that as I have not done anything about it in a long time. I have heard men say that women rule the world because they have a vagina and that's ultimately what a man wants....but isn't there more? If I have this prized commodity is it possible that I have devalued it's presence? Oh the ironies of existence and perspective.
At some point in my questing for a partner I put something forth to myself. If I couldn't readily understand what was happening between me and another person then it wasn't going well. If I found myself explaining why I did something over and over again....then it wasn't going well. If I couldn't get what I need and wanted relatively easily then it wasn't going well. It seems to be how it works out.
There is a shared language.......an exchange that we do.......here is all the things that happened to me ......here are all the things that I did before I met you.......here are some of the things that hurt me........here are some of the things that I did to hurt someone else........here is the messiest part of me......here is me falling apart......here is me standing up for myself........here is me explaining why I feel this way.......here is me needing something from you but not knowing what it even is.
I feel guilty about a relationship before it even starts because I actually know that I an and will always be working at a deficit. So..........
Instead of walking around trying to get this deep well of emotions that I have inside of me fulfilled by someone else I have tried for a very long time to do it myself. Yes.......I have tried to do it on my own. Feeling horny? Don't complain....after all a self achieved climax works......ahhhh but for how long? Feeling lonely? Well there are a million distractions in the world...especially now with the internet. When the day is over and the night gathers her dark gowns around the world and the stars accent her hair that is when I feel the most vulnerable and alone and having failed.
I have convinced myself that no man could possibly love me and even more important that if he does he s not good for me by the sheer fact that he wants me. You can sit there and tell me a million things about me that is of value to someone else but that is the deepest damage of all from having two parents that were hell bent on destroying themselves. I really don't believe I deserve that kind of love and devotion that I am capable of giving to another person. When it all comes down to it I really don't beleive anyone will come along and want me unconditionally.....just because it is me and I exist. Intellectually I know this can't be true but emotionally that is the truth that I have worked under all my life. This is the key that abandonment from the earliest moments of my life has left. Deep down inside I feel I am Cinderella whose prince doesn't even exist.
I never allowed myself to allow this to come to the surface before. This truth stayed buried beneath all the hopes against hope that I was good enough for love and committment....after all I am not the type of woman that will smile to your face and sleep with your best friend. That's not me. I have waited my entire life to receive what I could give and exchange with someone else. Deep meaningful existance....love and commitment...trust...honesty. Look at the world we live in, hardly any of these things are honored at all much less held up to a higher place in everyone's life.
Don't dispare .......I am not giving up. I am a hopeless romantic. And even the strangest people find what they so deserve eventually.
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