I decided to take a walk during a calm and breezy night and found myself drawn to an open field. While there enjoying the stars in the sky and the brisk wind that seems to surround me, I have glimpsed something that just can’t be possible. Something that can only be described as unbelievable as well as magical. In that field standing in front of me I see a mythical creature that is so unbelievably beautiful and rare, a satyr. So rare indeed. Satyrs are male based creatures and here in front of me is a female that is breathtaking and is captured in a loving embrace by a human male. Could this be real? Surely not but as I continue to look at this glorious image, my mind starts to wonder. Possibilities.  Can time and distance stop the possibility of love? Can involving yourself in one’s life ,create the possibility of them actually taking a chance? Can distancing one’s self ,stop the possibility of your feelings for them? Can two beings so different as the human and satyr actually be kindred spirits and find what everyone looks for?

OPEN YOUR HEART … DO YOU HEAR SOMETHING ?

If you have learned to see with your heart … Then you know … That you do not have to be in the Forest … To hear the tree fall …Jennifer Sanfilippo ©

After seeing that awesome vision, I couldn’t think the night would get even more mythical and magical.  As I walked further down toward the river embankment, I see a male and female Acadians. Now you know I am totally flabbergasted because there is really no record of these actually existing but the view of them in the awesome glow of light makes me wonder even more.. Is this really happening? The way they are standing doesn’t make me think of them being a couple but prehaps brother and sister.  My mind drifts and I think of my brother. He stands behind me giving me my moment to shine as I grow into the strong and independent woman I am and continue to strive to be. He is never far away keeping a watchful eye to make sure no harm comes my way and he is ready for battle just in case.  In reality, my brother is no longer an earthly being but a more celestial one that guides me and whispers in my ear that he is still with me.  I miss him.

And they who for their country die shall fill an honored grave, for glory lights the soldier’s tomb, and beauty weeps the brave.  ~Joseph Drake

As I wake up and get on with my day, I am still mystified with my sightings of the previous night. I shake off the images and chalk it up to a beautiful dream. I pull up to the store to get my daily dose of chocolate and strawberry soda and what appears in front of me, A fairy.  Okay, she doesn’t look like a proper and prim one but yet a pissed off one that is dressed in black and taking a smoke break.  While looking at her, I equate her with opposite of  my personality.  I tend to be the understanding person to everyone needs and decisions. I listen with an open mind and heart. I put aside my feelings for others and I look beyond most problems and look for the lessons learned.  This gothic fairy represents the part of me that gets tired of  being  a caregiver of others, gets tired of putting my feelings and emotions aside for others. Sometimes I wanna throw up my hands, light up a cigarette and take a break by saying “FUCK IT, THIS IS ABOUT ME!!!”  even though that feeling won’t last long I feel everyone needs to step back and take care of one’s self: physically, emotionally and spiritually.

Everybody has been through some shit, whether it’s drastic or not so drastic. Everybody gets to the point of  “I don’t give a fuck”  ~Eminem