Inside my mind!

THE TOWER: Some days something blows up and there's nothing you can do. It has nothing to do with you, actually; you just happen to be there. While today will probably be uneventful, you may feel emotionally vulnerable and find yourself imaging one worst case scenario after another. Consider these imaginings as drills or dress rehearsals and don't let any of this unnerve you. You're fine and will be fine no matter what.

THE WHEEL  OF FORTUNE You may be in high spirits today and see everything in a fresh light. If this interferes with your mundane duties, take pleasure in the small, lovely, often overlooked aspects of what's around you. Discoveries can be made in even the most repetitive activity when you look closely enough and appreciate why things are the way they are. This exuberance is short-lived, so enjoy the day and learn something new!

THE HIGH PRIESTESS The High Priestess is also known as Persephone, Isis, the Corn Maiden and Artemis. She sits at the gate before the great Mystery, as indicated by the Tree of Life in the background. She sits between the darkness and the light, represented by the pillars of Solomon’s temple, which suggests it is she who is the mediator of the passage into the depth of reality. The tapestry hung between the pillars keeps the casual onlookers out and allows only those initiated to enter. The pomegranates on the tapestry are sacred to Persephone. They are a symbol of duty (because Persephone ate a pomegranate seed in the underworld which forced her to return every year). The blue robe the Priestess is wearing is a symbol of knowledge. She is wearing the crown of Isis symbolising the Triple Goddess. The solar cross on her breast is a symbol of balance between male and female. In her lap, she holds the half-revealed and half-concealed Torah, representative of the exoteric and th...

I came to a small conclusion that there is no need for me to keep proving myself to others... specially those oozing prejudice... they will always be out there... unfortunately for most, I can read it on their faces... so you want dumb, I'll give you dumb, you want ignorant, you got it... You think I'm an a**hole, so be it... Serving people their prejudice about me has been fun, for a while... it has allowed me to see the true face of some... let's say... people... who need to work on themselves... it was not easy for me to "act" according to the misconceptions I saw they had about me... but it sure was fun seeing the pride and overinflated ego on their face thinking they were right about me... Testing the tester! Skål to that!

I cannot even be bothered with any sort of end of year holidays madness... I never was, and I don't think I ever will be. I will probably just celebrate being alive over a glass of wine, and that's that. See y'all next year! And everything came crashing down... Losing people hurts... it hurts deeply, it saddens and makes one lose interest in living... lose interest in the simplest joys of life... it changes one... no matter how hard one tries to overcome the situation, the impact may not show instantly... but it will come sooner or later, in any shape or form... it will hit you on a scale from 1 to 1000 on a Richter scale... you'd better get ready for it and there is nowhere to hide from it. However, the show must go on. As long as we are living we might as well be alive, feel alive... what's the difference you might ask? Living is not just about having a heartbeat, eating and breathing... one needs to feel alive, to enjoy life. To look forward to wa...

1. If he has never had anything stable in his life: RUN 2. If he has daddy and mommy issues: RUN 3. If he still lives with his mother: RUN 4. If he keeps things from past relationships in his bedroom: RUN 5. If he has any form or signs of addiction (food, sweets, alcohol, porn, gambling) What the heck are you still doing here, woman? RUN!

Black is pure, it's clean, it's calming, it's mysterious, obscure, serene. Black shows impurities easily. It is also associated with grief, sorrow, mourning. Black has been my favourite "Lack" of colour to wear... since I was a young child, I never really liked nor enjoyed colors. I always went for darker colors, wine red, dark purple, royal blue, military green... not really the colors for a child, but they were my colors. Most children are forced to wear whatever is chosen for them, but I put up a resistance against girlie clothing, particularly pink. I hated pink, I mean I HATE pink... I also dislike yellow, green, orange... fuscia, neon... and all flashy colors! I don't dislike them on others... I just can't stand them being on me. They make me feel like a traffic light that is out of order, flashing all colors at once! Black is also the interpretation of my state of mind and being. Let's say I am in constant mourning, if you will. I m...

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- All you need is a small trip to the forest to pick some blue berries, some green leaves and some roots for the natural green/blue color of the leather.  The bag can be as big or as small as you like! The design I made is just a basic one, big enough for a mini iPad, a wireless mini keyboard and the cables. You can make your bag as big as you wish :)  Let your imagination go wild!  Here is just a quick idea on how SIMPLE it is!  In this first picture, the leather on the bottom was still wet with all the blueberries (or any wild berries you may find that give a blue color when juiced/leaves and root coloring... once dry, you will notice it will start changing color to have a tint of blueish purple-ish, greenish hues all over :)

It's crazy how the law is divergent from common practice, even in the most "humanitarian" of countries of this planet. It seems domestic violence is just another means to get attention, a pat on the back, cut ribbons and receive awards for the officials! While in reality, on the ground, in real life... the victims are being interrogated, subjected to a huge load of stress, trauma, insecurity, fear and invalidation... eventually to be expelled from countries that take pride in taking domestic violence seriously, or at least all websites and well paid advertisements say so. The abuser walks free... because he/she's not the foreigner in the picture. And of course all foreigners are liars, gold diggers and after the country's and tax payer's hard work. Right? Wrong! Of course some are like that, but in some western countries, you only have rights if you go as a refugee. If you move to the country because you are married to a local, you have no rights as you ...

All my life, sharing details of my life has been an issue for me. I was always the listener, the problem solver for everyone else but myself. People always saw me as the smart girl with the good sense of humor, that always finds a way to laugh even in the darkest times. Others saw me as mysterious and dark... and did not like it. I am a very complex person. I am not easy to get to know... as anyone else, I can easily be judged for what I am or am not.  When I was younger, prejudice bothered me a lot... Nowadays, I let it slide. I let people say whatever makes them feel good about themselves... and I don't bother correct them nor prove myself to anyone. It's too much energy wasted on nothing productive. I don't aim to please... I aim to change a few things... small things... remind people of what really matters in life. I don't care about wealth, cars, houses, designer clothing and all that jazz... All I care about is being a human being, in full. Not forgetting fe...