BEFORE I BEGIN, PLEASE KNOW....IF U REQUEST TO BE MY FRIEND, HAVE SOME COURTESY, AND LET ME KNOW A BIT ABOUT U FIRST...THANKS. I'm one of those people who love to love life and everything it has to throw at you, so in essence, I am a five year old trapped in an adult body, and I'm so okay with that. I pride myself on being someone who has never lost the childlike innocence and purity that comes with being a child. I understand the balance of needing the negative to create the wonderment and bliss of having that positive that can turn any stormy sky to crystal clear. I love my nature, the songs of the tree frogs and the crickets on balmy summer nights when it's too hot to sleep, the colour of the green in the leaves and bushes after a spring rainfall, the sound that the autumn breeze makes when it caresses the tops of the trees in the woods, the mist that hangs just above the valley in the summer mornings on the way to work, or the black glass surface of the resevoir that I drive through everyday. I love my animals, my three cats, Jayke, the oldest, tabby and siamese, who stands tall and stoic on the top of the fridge, with eyes so large, sometimes it's a wonder he's not kin with something other than this world, T.J, the orange and white striped tabby tiger, who's got the golden heart of a most sensitive lover, warming the cold winter nights with the comforting droning hum of his husky purr, reminding me of warmth, hot chocolate, and apple spice, and finally, Tahlulah, my grey and white eternal kitten, who loves to speak loudly of her adventures, seeking out the fairies in the night to dance and play and pay homage to the softness of the moon and her glowing rays. My two dogs, Orville, the Golden Boy, my four year old yellow lab/pit bull mix, who should've been named Elvis, for my dearest friends refer to him as a "hunka hunka burnin love." The precious look on his face when I arrive home from a hard day, tongue lolling to the side of an open mouth, tail wagging so hard, his whole rear end can't stop wiggling, and my little Mexican jumping bean, Milo, my half Jack Russell/Chihuahua mix. Milo loves to run the countertops with his kitties in crime, and bark lowly at you when he wants a piece of your dinner. He races around the house, flying over the coffee table, back of the couch, or any other minute obstacle in his way, until he poops out, and flops contentedley down panting so fast you'd think his heart would explode any minute. I love my "mate". I am devoted to my beloved in a way, I think only existed in the tales of Romeo and Juliet. He is my everything, my everlasting refuge when my heart would burst from sorrow, my friend when I would burst with joy, my supporter when I need to be carried, my lifelong partner when my heart is the one to speak. I lay awake some nights listening to his steady breath, following the contours of his form as he dozes in the darkness, feeling the rise and fall of his chest in the mattress, and listening to the rush of my own beating heart when I remind myself he's mine forever more. There is no one I would rather run to, than him. There is no shame, there are no regrets, there are no secrets, there is only, "us". That is not to say, that one does not ever become nostalgic, for I do, for those days of flowers, the newness of being close for the first time, the heat of the flame as it was in the beginning....but love changes it's shape over the course of a relationship many times, but it forever retains it's potency. I love my parents, they did a wonderful job encouraging me into the young woman I am today. They loved me unconditionally, through all my faults, and all my angry clouded mistakes...and never ripped the net out from under me. I love my baby sister, who is a mirror of my soul, recently connected to me in a way that not even the vastest starry sky could possibly seperate. I love fairies, dragons, unicorns, and anything else that adults would lead you to believe is imaginary. I love magic, and surprises, and glitter and anything else that would sparkle like a rainbow. I love the sound of rain on the rooftops, the sound and feel of water, like waterfalls, and babbling brooks. I love the sky, the stars at night, the smell of fresh cut grass, the sun, the moon, the smell of incense and yankee candles, hot bubble baths, the flickering of candlelight, celtic music, hanging your arm out of the car window to feel the breeze, stickers, "My Little Pony", art supplies, make-up, taking pictures, horses, wolves, the feel of a chanille throw, the creaks in the floorboards in my house when I walk around late at night, the sound of my mate's laughter when he's downstairs watching t.v., the look in his grey blue eyes, that remind me of the colour of icicles against the sky in the winter, the feel of his breath when he bends to whisper something in my ear, the sound of windchimes, and dragonflies, butterflies. I believe in a higher power, an energy that encompasses all that is alive and not alive, but just is part of all...I am a disciple of the fey, the magik, the mischief, the mysterious, I am who I am, a natural solitary witch, trading secrets with Mother Nature, and sipping tea in her living room. I do not dwell on hate, or any kind of negative energy towards anyone else, it is draining. I don't hold grudges, I hate to say good-bye, I cherish and love my friends, especially the brother that destiny forgot to give me.....(you know who you are, my love). I am Heather, and every experience, every decision, every mistake, has molded me into who I am today, and I love who I have become....I HAVE NO REGRETS. Click here for Myspace glitter graphics and Myspace layouts
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