I don't have an incredible amount to say right now

But I will try to say something. Or maybe I'll let someone else say it for me. In song. Natasha Bedingfield, who just inspired the shit out of me.

Unwritten.

I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined
I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find

Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten

Oh, oh, oh

I break tradition, sometimes my tries, are outside the lines
We've been conditioned to not make mistakes, but I can't live that way

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find

Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins

Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find

Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins

Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten
The rest is still unwritten
The rest is still unwritten

I've caught Anniina's Quiz Virus.

The Keys to Your Heart

You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free. In love, you feel the most alive when things are straight-forward, and you're told that you're loved. You'd like to your lover to think you are stylish and alluring. You would be forced to break up with someone who was emotional, moody, and difficult to please. Your ideal relationship is open. Both of you can talk about everything... no secrets. Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment. You think of marriage as something precious. You'll treasure marriage and treat it as sacred. In this moment, you think of love as something you thirst for. You'll do anything for love, but you won't fall for it easily.

What Are The Keys To Your Heart?

Easter

The word Easter derives from the name of an ancient goddess. Ishtar was known as the goddess of love and fertility in Babylonian society, and others called her Astarte. Eventually, the name changed to Ostara, which is "Eastre" in Old English.

Source:AOL Research & Learn.


Im not going to debate the Pagan associations that surround the Christian holiday in question, I'm simply going to elaborate on my thoughts regarding it and how I feel about it.

Easter is one of those odd holidays that doesn't fall on a "date." It falls on the first Sunday following the first full moon following the spring equinox. Get all that? This is why I never know when it is.

I'm about to get sappy, so hang on.

I love springtime. I do. With the exception of 1993, spring has always always been My Time. I feel regenerated, and recharged. Lets examine it. Springtime, the earth begins to sprout new growth, coming out of its wintery slumber. Ishtar, goddess of love and fertility, whom the day is named for. Not to mention the Christian attatchment of the Resurrection. All things return to life in the spring and bloom anew, and this is what is promised us in nearly every religious and scientific belief and theory that I am aware of.

Love and life blooming.

Love of life blooming.

The air smells clean, the wind is cool, and it isn't death-hot yet even though the sun shines bright. The only thing that could make it better would be to have the vast ocean filling my view, and for that cool wind to smell of the sea. Or possibly a hand to hold. Maybe it's time for another dose, a visit to my happy place while I am on this path to redemption during the renewal time upon us.

I'm healing, and learning, and living, and all that comes with it. I'm calm, and very nearly peaceful.

Happy Easter.

Irony?

Your True Love Is a Leo

Why you'll love a Leo: A Leo has a presence and power that you find intoxicating. Sensual and playful, you'll be thrilled to have your Leo pick you as a playmate! Why a Leo will love you: You're willing to let your Leo be the center of attention (both at home and in public) And you're able to tiptoe around your lion - and put up with the occasional fit.

What Sign Is Your True Love?

Courage of the heart is very rare. The stone has a power, when it's there.
- Nicodemus, The Secret of NIMH.

I have lived the last ten years of my life in what can only be referred to as a coma. Oh, I was awake, and aware of the things I was doing, yet somehow at the same time powerless to do anything about them.

So I'm awake now, so now what? That's the question. How does a man reclaim the life he should have led? How does he claw his way back onto the path that he fell from, and can he even do so? Or even better yet...should he?

My life is plagued by fear. Of success. Of failure. Of happiness. Of loneliness. I have begun to conquer some of these, with the help of a few beloved souls. Some still remain.

But I have to try. I have to somehow rise above all this. Succeed or fail, it's the effort that will define whether courage exists or not within me still.

I have a hematite ring. Supposedly it helps to heal wounds, and aid wayward warriors, in certain beliefs. Maybe it doesn't matter what other people believe, and it's what I believe that matters.

More on this later.

Well.

It's been a while. The Lion, as advertised, was sleeping. I feel awake now though, and aware, and a bit miffed at the world I have awoken in.

On our journey, we will learn what it means to be a Lion in the new savannah.
Lets start with what is simple.

From Merriam-Webster:

Main Entry: li·on
Function: nounPronunciation: 'lī-&nInflected Form(s): plural lionsEtymology: Middle English, from Old French, from Latin leon-, leo, from Greek leOn1 a or pl lion : a large heavily-built social cat (Panthera leo syn. Leo leo) of open or rocky areas chiefly of sub-Saharan Africa though once widely distributed throughout Africa and southern Asia that has a tawny body with a tufted tail and a shaggy blackish or dark brown mane in the male b : any of several large wildcats ; especially : COUGAR c capitalized : LEO 2 a : a person felt to resemble a lion (as in courage or ferocity) b : a person of outstanding interest or importance 3 capitalized [Lions (club)] : a member of a major national and international service club - li·on·like /-"līk/ adjective

More will follow. The Lion is hungry.