Just Gallivanting

Yes !!! With in this blog you will find subjects that vary as the wind carries a feather. Ever changing…

It may be a poem that came to me in a dream. It may be a rant I need to vent about. A cause for the underdogs of life.

It may be about relationships and the bittersweet that always seem to be at the tales end. You know all the fairy tales, living happily ever more and all that.

Yea, I am not cynical, even after all my incidents with ninnyhammer’s.  The way I figure is I attracted them, I stayed, I allowed myself to be used, abused, and for the most part not all that  amused. I have learned to be more leery if anything.

I am not immune to love. A man who respected me and was there for me unconditionally would be amazing. Especially at this stage in life’s journey.
Just so few men around like that.

“As you can see, as hard as I try to stay focused on a straight path, the road always curves.”
That is why my blog is called “Galvanic Jumpings” I am forever jumping from one thing to the next.

If more people would actually consider ~thinking~ before speaking; and indeed putting their selves into other’s shoes;  it just might make a BIG impact.
Just for a moment and that time would make all the difference.

I am thankful to have siblings that love me unconditionally.

The memories are safe in my heart of my parents. They raised me the best they could with the light they had.

In many ways, the Medusa symbolizes the curse of  Scorpio and Pluto – however Pegasus is the final redemption and rebirth of Scorpio and Pluto set free! So Scorpio, the next time some gorgeous gal or guy walks up to you and asks, “What’s your sign?”

Go ahead and tell them you were born under the sign of Pegasus.

Your birth Sun is the hero of your mythic  journey  through this lifetime.

Let Your Light Shine!

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The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a  yellow  wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I marked the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the  difference.

Robert Frost