Tuesday, August 28, 2012


“She is Melusina, the water goddess, and she is found in hidden springs and waterfalls in any forest in Christendom, even in those as far away as Greece... A man may love her if he keeps her secret and lets her alone when she wants to bathe, and she may love him in return until he breaks his word, as men always do, and she sweeps him into the depths with her fishy tail, and turns his faithless blood to water. The tragedy of Melusina, whatever language tells it, whatever tune it sings, is that a man will always promise more than he can do to a woman he cannot understand.” 

From the book The White Queen by Philippa Gregory

Women are mysterious beings. They chose not to be, they’re just created that way. It isn’t a bad thing but they are often misunderstood - because men are creatures so often used to what they can handle, the pleasing existence, the tangible reality. Men usually cannot handle the mystery the envelopes women. And so, the cycle of attraction, jealousy, chaos and tragedy goes on and on.

Well, what can we do? We were made with this weapon; this aura of mystery.

S (with love)

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