True Colours

I was colouring with my baby today and started to remember how I hated those safe little kids who would colour lightly...making it just so...making it perfect...I thought they were missing out on the magick of colouring. As Boston scribbled and squealed, I remembered how I would colour so boldly...deep, rich colours. I would press and push those crayons until they nearly broke. As I watched my boy draw whatever...scrawling lines and swirls...so pleased with his creations....screaming and shrieking how he did it...I remembered what passion feels like. The passion children feel when they express things that mean something special and magickal to them cannot be measured. I miss that passion...that zeal...that utter joy. As I watch my baby grow up, I am remembering who I was...who I AM. I like it...

Taoting Mo: The Never Ending Story

So, times are hard for everyone...I know this for a fact. I am not crying the blues saying my blues are bluer than your blues. But for the love of all that is Holy...I need a break in life! What am I doing here? I am talented and smart! Why am I constantly lamenting the woes of the po'??? I need to change my life. I need to NOT compromise ( for a freakin' change)! I need to cow girl the freak UP and not listen to anyone but ME!
I can do it! I know I can! But why, why, oh, why, do I need to ask others' oppinions? I am a fully capable and fairly functioning woman...why do I need approval??
Oh!!!!!! This is what dampens my soul and aches my heart! All of my life I have needed acceptance! No more, I am declaring on my blog of 2 followers!!!! No mo fo Mo!!!!! I want to scream...and rage...and pillage, for God's sake!!!! I am over it!!!!!
Love you...ciao, ciao...until next time...I bid you a sweet adieu....