|I'm a solitary witch looking for a coven to join and someone to mentor me. I have an insatiable thirst for knowledge.
There is more to me than meets the eye. I have blonde hair and green eyes, pretty face and sweet demeanor but when I'm crossed, or someone I love is crossed, my alter ego emerges. Her name is Poison Apples and she holds onto a grudge. She's the darkness within me. I came to know of her existence when the one I loved most in this world betrayed me. I felt the poison stirring around my heart and soul. She took over for me in a way and that's how I survived my broken heart. She took my anger, hate, and rage and turned it into something I could control. It became a source of strength for me. It was Poison Apples that gave me, Goldy Locks, the courage to stand up for myself. I had strength I never even knew I had and came out of the broom closet, so to speak, and admit to my Christian family that I believed in something different. To my amazment, they didn't fault me for it and why should they? Everyone, no matter who they are, has a right to their own happiness. They don't understand it or agree, but at least they didn't burn me at the stake. So, there are two sides of me, Goldy Locks and Poison Apples. To some, it sounds lame but to me, it is my destiny. I'm happy for the events that transpired to her birth within me. Without that personality trait, I wouldn't be whole. I feel powerful, confident and self assured.
I'm a married mother of 2 young boys and I'm happy.
I do not have a computer, just my iPhone so I am unable to upload any kind of photo at this time. If you want to know what I look like and you're on Facebook or Myspace, just click on the icons above.
I love Shakespeare, especially this sonnet because it fits my husband and I perfectly.
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
I love writing, scrapbooking, cooking, baking and I have recently taken an interest in growing things. My rose garden I planted in November of 2009 is still alive so that's a good sign (lol). I want to learn how to grow my own herbs and special flowers. I have lilac bushes but they don't seem to bloom well in this climate. They're my favorite flower and the scent reminds me of my childhood growing up in Minnesota.
I'll add more later when I have access to a computer. I'll also add photo's at that time as well. Until then, blessed be.