Angel-Sansara

Life, The Universe, And Everything

  • Death Watch

    It’s a Tuesday evening and I’m watching for Death. Too bad there are no banshees, wailing, to tell us death is coming. So, I wait. You’d think I’d have something better to do than simply wait, but I don’t. I’ve been pleading for Death to have mercy on my husband for days, if not weeks. […]

  • My husband Odin is coming home…

    It seems when I fell ill, I created a bit of a mess. I didn’t mean to, you see. I wasn’t even meant to. It was not foreordained a’tall. No, I was supposed to strike it out alone and determine whether or not the gods must return. Well, it’s been determined, children of Earth. We’re […]

  • Sansara’s Reiki Retreat PT 1

    Hello, my friends! Welcome to Sansara’s reiki retreat. There is so much to know, so much to learn. Especially if you, too, desire to be one with The Universe(TM). (Is that pickup line still too cheesy?) I hope you do desire to be unified with the rest of creation, but it’s okay if you don’t. […]

  • I’m Asking Too Much

    I am asking too much, as it turns out. It helps me weed out the boys from the men, truth be told. I want… need… to be married. One time. One person. If they cheat on me, I will not have the will left to carry on. I will be dead. This is the last […]

  • Where’s Her Ulterior Motive?

    All day today, I’ve been having a conversation with a loser I thought I was in love with in my head, thanks to the G-man. (God, to the rest of you.) I’m really sick of the convo, too. He thinks I am a bitch that will not budge with eyes size of snow. [Ani DiFranco’s […]

  • Coffee Talks

    I read through my journal, or part of it, and now I’m fighting the knee jerk reaction to delete it. What was I thinking? Oh, right. I wasn’t thinking. The Universe(TM) has put me on autopilot. (“Look ma, no hands!”) I’m pretty tired of conversations involving phantoms these days. I think The Universe must be […]

  • I Need My Husband

    My future husband isn’t here yet. I know someday, he’ll arrive. I don’t know what he looks like, but I can tell you how he’ll behave. That’s the most important thing, when it comes to love, anyway. I should tell you before I begin that everything I type here to show how I’d like him […]

  • “A Day In The Life Of” (Cont’d)

    She met her goals for the day, wouldn’t you know. All but one: making the elusive donut waffle. It’s not that she didn’t have the reagents on hand. Far from it: she had conjure at least 100 waffles, she’d wager. There was something else holding her back. It wasn’t Sir Deli Man – perish the […]

  • “A Day In The Life Of”

    I wake up alone. I’ve tossed and turned all night, rolling around with discomfort. My bladder reminds me that it needs to be emptied, but I lie there, semi-comfortable at last. I cling to the vestiges of sleep, wishing it could last forever. I look at the clock, remembering it’s set an hour ahead somehow […]

  • A Day Without Misery

    Doesn’t exist. Not yet. But it could. Do you dream for it? Start now. It’s coming.

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