A few weeks ago when I was thinking about the shadow side of women and how they hunt each other. I discussed this with a friend who is into politics. The election had just ended and he watches all the political shows. He told me he felt the whole culture treated women poorly all the […]
Dear Elsa. I have always been the sort of person who’s really ambitious and always goes for what I want. I have always considered this to be one of my better character traits. Unfortunately though, with many attempts at greatness comes much failure. And lately, I have come to the frightening conclusion that I am
Dear Elsa, I re-met a guy from my past earlier this year. We started talking and hanging out; we pretty much hit it off. I feel like he fulfills all of my needs and I truly think that he is the one. I recently told him that I am ready to commit and we have
I ran across Carolyn Steven’s tribute to astrologer and author, Grant Lewi, who is famous for predicting his own death. Lewi’s astrology books are classics and he has the very odd distinction of being the most usurped astrological writer of all time. By that, I mean that I have heard his ideas and arguments come
CK writes on the previous blog about abuse, torture and alchemy: “What happened to just being ok the way we are? What’s this ‘alchemy’? Good Luck getting me in the box, to get out if necessary I’ll chew one or all my limbs off (?!)” ~~ When I read this comment I was thrilled because it
Dear Elsa, I seem to have a paradoxical attitude about relationships. One the one hand, I’d really love to have a long-term serious relationship that could lead to marriage. But then again, I’m deathly afraid of any serious relationship turning into a situation where I’m so bored and disappointed with the other person I can’t
Dear Elsa, I have had many boyfriends in my life. Some were very serious, to the point of possible marriage. But for some reason, there was always something missing from those relationships and I never felt as if I wanted to spend the rest of my life in them. I felt suffocated and restricted, although
I was talking to my pal a couple weeks ago. The one that considers the age of someone’s soul. This was before I posted that blog: “I wrote about you,” I said. “But I didn’t name you. And I don’t know how you feel about that. Sometimes I wonder about this. I haven’t posted the
