Valkyrie wrote on the Giving blog: I’ve been learning to dislodge the notion it’s better to give than receive. I think it’s equally important to give and receive, and those who can’t receive well probably can’t take in new energy either. (snip) This has become a lot clearer to me since reading about pluto/scorpio interchanges […]
Dear Elsa, I guess being a Capricorn male, it has taken me a while to get over my break up (over 4 years). But now I have set my eyes on a Scorpio women (yes, like a moth to the flame). And being a cautious Capricorn, I don’t want to move too fast and show
Venus is in Pisces today, the sign of it’s exaltation and I thinking on my cross trainer this morning how few people really know how to give a gift. For example any gift with a string attached is not a gift but something grotesque in my mind. It is far worse than giving nothing so
Now in the midst of this intense fight and the 2 hour long discussion of my club… the interaction with the gay man and the blond that has yet to be introduced, the soldier mentioned this new fact – he associates me with the Little Match Girl. I was not too happy when he told
Once in the room, I plugged in my computer which was extremely unusual. The soldier said he would be two hours messing with his truck and if there were not a fight and a very, VERY bad one, I’d have gone right to him. Matter of fact in all the time I have known him
“There is no way I will ever be in that club,” the soldier said regarding the club my ex-boyfriends have and they do have one. “I don’t care what happens between me and you, I will not join that club.” I stared. “I know that.” “I may go to one meeting,” he said, shocking me.
“You said you weren’t afraid of me and I want to keep it that way,” my husband said. “I don’t want you to ever feel afraid of me.” I had no idea how to respond. I knew he was serious but the idea I would be afraid of him was foreign. It just seemed remote
Dear Elsa, My mind is a mess. I followed my husband to a new country six months ago, we’ve been together for five years. We’re not married but we live together and our feelings pretty much are the same. We love each other but fight a lot and keep our financial independence but share bills
