My Life Rebuilding - Part 1

Soundtrack: Only Love Can Hurt Like This - Paloma Faith

There was a time not that long ago where I would have been terrified to stand by myself in this world. No matter how much I asserted otherwise, I really did put the responsibility of my happiness on another person. Now for the past few months I have gone through several phases of grieving the person I thought I was and who I thought I wanted to become.


Back in November, I ended things with my long term boyfriend. It took me a really long time to make this difficult decision and it wasn't made lightly. I wanted everything with him, the wedding, the house, the family... but I felt so abandoned in the relationship. I don't think it was anyone's fault, and it's not like there was a lack of love between us; it's just that we are so different. We had different needs from a relationship and I felt very depressed when my needs weren't being met. I knew that what I needed he couldn't give without putting a lot of strain on himself and having to change the way he lived and I loved him too much to ever ask that of him anyway.


I feel a lot of the happiness I had in the relationship came from dreaming about how I wanted things to be in the future. I would dream about our wedding and dream house; our future children. It was nothing that extravagant, but I always dreamed that when "something" would happen (our own place, getting a car, etc.), all of a sudden we would start actually doing things together as a couple and one day as a family. All the while I was staying blissfully ignorant to the reality which was that even the basic things that should come in a relationship - at least in my mind and for what I need - weren't happening. I communicated my feelings and needs and there was some effort, but after a time things would go back into the same rut as before. I grew more and more depressed. When I left for school, it was one of the final 'clicks' in my brain that I knew it was over. For one reason or another he wasn't there to see me off - and this wasn't anything new. Being that I had told him how I was feeling at the end of my rope, I thought he might put in just a little effort to show he cared enough to try, but maybe he knew the end was near too.


I will admit I have a little bitter disappointment left in my heart, but like I said before I don't blame him and I'm not angry. We were just too different. Him and I still talk and I hope that we can build a friendship in the future. It was a hard day when I went to move the rest of my things from his apartment but he was so kind and helpful with everything. He really is a wonderful person and I am so glad to have him in my life, it just can't be in the way that I had hoped.

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After the breakup, I finally started to come out of my depression (I had been so down I was barely able to get out of bed to go to class even once a week). Though it would be several months before I actually stepped out of the darkness consuming my heart.

I can't remember if I have written about this before, but I want to tell you about my connection to my hair. When my father was on his death bed, my sister Rebecca had cut off her braid in mourning and gave it to him. I was raised with the belief that cutting your hair is a huge gesture because your hair is representative of your spirit and strength and it is only cut when in mourning or if something very tragic happens. When my sister cut her hair, I knew that what was happening with my father was a lot more serious than I had realized. It was then that I wanted to cut my hair as well, but my father made me promise not to and to grow it out long. Since that day I had grown my hair out, only getting split ends trimmed once in a while. Seeing someone cut their long hair or shaving their head has always been very jarring and emotional for me because in my eyes they look sad, defeated, and in mourning.

The day after the break, I went to First Choice and had them cut my hair, which was all the way to my lower back, to right at my shoulders. I also asked them to gather it for me so I could take care of it properly. I didn't cry though, I felt very hollow. To me I was grieving the loss of everything we were, everything I wanted, and the person I thought I was for a long time.

Habits - Tove Lo

For the next couple of months I was in a very dark, self destructive phase. It was less extreme than I am making it sound because I'm not a huge risk taker, but I was definitely in a very dark place and under a lot of stress trying to catch up with assignments I had fallen behind on.

As time went on, the pain became less but I wasn't the most pleasant person to be around - if you could even get me to hang out. I made a lot of my friends angry at my unavailability, my self destructive behaviour, my moodiness, my flakeyness, and my general depressing mood. Finally one of my friends told me I was really crappy to be around and that I needed to snap out of it. That made me angry and a little resentful but being the brat I am, I put on a happy face and pretended I was fine until I almost started to believe it myself. I decided to shut everyone out, I don't really like to burden people with my problems or feelings anyway. (as I write all this out on my blog lol) I made other people my priority and just suffered through my own issues in silence and behind closed doors. I feel very, very alone. The problem with being a person who smiles all the time is when I finally need to cry, (even though they try) no one knows how to handle it.

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So I passed my first semester with decent grades and got everything done I needed to in order to start my placement in January. I spent my birthday and winter break quietly and with a lot of alone time. I only really went out for Christmas at my Grandmother's. My little brother surprised me with a little digital camera which I was really excited about because I had been wanting to get back into photography and I had mentioned that to him months and months before and I couldn't believe he had remembered. It was really sweet. I actually got pretty spoiled with presents, especially from my room mates who bought be all this Doctor Who stuff (I am a pretty big fan - shh!). I was happy to have the house to myself for a couple of days though. I found it was a good time for me to rest and reflect.

In January I started my final semester placement at an Aboriginal Friendship Centre and figured out very quickly that it was definitely what I have always wanted to do and I found myself a lot more working there. With every task I completed, I felt my confidence grow and it felt good to have people look at me like I was responsible and capable. It felt like a fresh start and I could feel myself come back very quickly. My new coworkers were very funny and supportive and easy to talk to - we became very fast friends. I couldn't have been happier.

As the semester started coming to an end however, it seemed like everything happened all at once.


To be continued...

Downtown Adventure

Click to hear Chopin's Nocturne Op. No. 2

So today, me and my room mate Mel went on a bit of an adventure. After being wonderfully lazy for the past couple of days, I wanted to get out of the house for a bit and explore. As I was talking about with Mel, it is important to get out in the world and actually experience life. Living vicariously through the lives of our favourite TV show characters is not a good way to go through life. You don't make any of your own memories that way. I don't want to wake up as an old woman one day and only be able recall funny episodes of Friends or quote something I found on Pinterest.

As I have discussed on here before I think, people have gotten to the point where where they almost prefer to experience life through the lens of a camera. The majority of communication is done through Facebook, Snapchat, texting, and other social media and when that happens, I believe that people miss out on the experiences happening right in front of them.

After taking the bus downtown, Mel and I went to a nice local coffee shop called Hasselton's, which was recommended to me by another friend of mine a while ago. It was so wonderful and the coffee was delicious. The flavour of the day was Maple Cream and I thoroughly enjoyed it while Mel tasted the exquisite flavour of steamed hot chocolate. We sat at a table that had low, very cushioned seats that were a lovely shade of dark blue. It was quiet and cozy and Mel and I had the opportunity to just sit and talk with one another.

After that, we went to a vintage/antique shop where we met a nice gentleman named Dimitri. We had a nice chat and I expressed my enthusiasm about the shop because he had set up a little theatre area complete with theatre seats and a projector screen. He said the plan was to eventually have movie nights there. I thought the place was amazing and just like something out of Gilmore Girls (there I go quoting a show haha!) but I could see this place hosting vintage cocktail parties (they have a fully licensed bar) and other events. Dimitri seemed really interested in my ideas and I hope he takes some of them and runs because I think having a place like that in Peterborough will only add to it's charm.

Speaking of charm, I want to tell you about the biggest highlight of my day. I wanted to visit a book shop. You know the kind that is stacked from floor to ceiling with previously owned, well loved books. It's the kind of place that you can just lose yourself curling up in a little nook to read for hours. That is exactly what Mel and I found, it is a little store, not even listed on google, that has dusty, narrow aisles filled from top to bottom with books of every kind you can think of. It kind of reminded me of some long forgotten library and I fell in love as soon as I stepped foot in the door.

I almost missed the door actually, because it was a little hidden. I am so glad that Mel saw it though and when we stepped through the threshold it was like I was transported to a different world. It was a much more romantic kind of world filled with adventure, wonder, and enchantment. Walking in there I felt like I had stumbled into the Beast's library and would soon discover one of the lost scrolls from the Library of Alexandria. I was truly blown away. Mel and I explored down the aisles and eventually Mel drew my attention to this large book of poetry. It almost looked like a bible all leather bound with embossed lettering on the cover. I read a few lines from the book and although I cannot right now recall what it was about, just reading poetry again for the first time in what seems like years, my very soul began to sing.

I picked up book after book reading short poems and lines from sonnets out loud to Mel. Each syllable seemed to raise me higher and higher and it wasn't long before I felt like I was floating a few inches off the ground from pure joy. In this day and age of technology and quick, superficial communication there seems to be a lack of soul in the words we choose to write down. Reading the way the poets of the past describe even some of the most simple of things just really pulled at my heart and made me yearn to further appreciate the world around me.

It came time for Mel and I to head back to the bus terminal and just as we were turning to leave, my eyes were drawn to a tiny book, almost invisible as it was snug up against a much larger book and didn't have a very eye-catching cover. It was The Poetical Works of John Keats, who is one of my favourite poets. I hungrily flipped to the table of contents to look for my favourite poem of his. It was there on the very last page, that which I now know is is last sonnet, it is called Bright Star and it reads as follows:

Bright star! would I were steadfast as thou art-
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night,
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like Nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors-
No-yet still steadfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever-or else swoon to death.

I wanted the book so badly, however when I asked the bookshop owner if they had debit, he said no, but that I could take the book now and just come back and pay for it later. I was completely blown away, and in awe of this elderly gentleman. His name is William but he also said that people call him grandpa sometimes. He runs the bookshop with his grand daughter and he is everything you would expect and wish a romantic, enchanted bookshop keeper to be. I found him very similar to the bookshop owner from Beauty and the Beast actually. He wasn't very tall, but he carried himself with a quiet, kind, and gentle dignity. It seems to me that life has taught him to extend kindness to others and they will reciprocate it back to you. This is such a startling contrast from the attitudes of most people these days who always seem to think the worst of others and live in a constant state of a 'me first' kind of mind set.

There is very little trust any more, people don't seem to have much faith in each other any more. This elderly gentleman trusted me on the spot without even knowing my name or what kind of person I was he trusts me to come back later. He has not lost faith in humanity and I think he still looks for the good in other people and I find that so inspiring because it is very easy to lose that some times. Maybe he just wants to make sure that the books will be enjoyed and finds that more important than keeping one book on the shelf, but whatever his reasons, I felt quite honoured to have met him today and I look forward to going back to visit again. (and of course, to pay for my book and probably buy some more!)

The store is called Thea's Books and it is located on Water Street near the Scotia Bank if anyone is interested to visit and the vintage shop is called Catalina's Vintage finds which is also located nearby as well as Hasselton's coffee shop.

One last thing of note as Mel and I were walking back to the bus station, we saw a guy with his window open playing his guitar to the street below and I thought, 'wow, what an amazing place this is to have so much culture and charm.' It seems so hidden behind all the main stream chain restaurants and stores, but our little city here really is such a gem and there is beauty to be found around every corner. All you have to do is turn off Netflix, put away your phone and just live in the moment because, "today is the oldest you have ever been and the youngest you will ever be again." - Eleanor Roosevelt

Thank you for reading,


~Oriona

Happy New Year :)

Dear Readers,

I know it has been an extremely long time since my last post and for that I apologize. My life has been through quite a series of changes in the last year and I want to share with you some of my experiences and what I have learned from it all.

Going back to the summertime when I had applied and been accepted to the college I currently attend, I was between working at the CNE again and packing to move away to live and study in Peterborough. I was anxious and excited because I had already done my first year two years before hand and I was (and still am) very anxious and excited to finish school and finally begin my career. My whole life I have wanted to help people and now I am looking at finally having a way to really give back and contribute to my community.

In my personal life however, there was another big change looming that took me a really long time to realize and accept. After 5 years of being in a relationship with Scott, I came to the realization about a year and a half ago that our life together was heading in a direction that I simply couldn't go. I communicated how I felt with him and we tried for a year to make it work but in the end, it was just best for us to go on our separate ways. We both have a lot of growing to do as individuals before either of us is ready to settle down. I am glad to say that there is no animosity between us either, on the contrary I think we will remain in each other's lives as friends.

I am learning that if you are in a relationship or are getting into one, you really need to know who you are and who the person is that you are looking to be with. My inner romantic kind of suffered a big blow when I finally realized that love doesn't always conquer all. I am still working on the part where I come to accept that this is okay. I have the knowledge that it is; that you can love people even if they aren't meant to walk every step of your life with you. I just need to get to the point where I feel it as the truth as well.

At this point in my life I am taking the time to really learn about myself and get to know who I am again. I believe it is vitally important to come to any relationship as a complete person on your own. Although I love the saying 'my other half' I think it is a bad representation of how a healthy relationship should be.

In my mind, two people should come together as strong individuals who are forming an even stronger partnership. They can each stand on their own, but the love they feel brings them together simply for the purpose of being together and working towards similar goals. If someone can't stand on their own and be happy with just themselves, I don't think that is a healthy way to be in a relationship.

My reasoning is this; if you don't love yourself, how can you expect someone else to love you? Self love, and self respect are two of the most important things. I think I have written before that having a healthy love and respect for yourself is vital to your mental and emotional health. I don't mean to be vain on conceited. I believe that I am beautiful and a good person - but I don't see myself as better than anyone else, I am just the best me there is.

I also strongly believe that you should always take charge of your own happiness. Putting someone else in charge of your happiness will only lead to disappointment. It just goes back to the old analogy; if you put someone on a pedestal, eventually and inevitably, they will fall.

So that is what I am working on, taking these things I have learned and committing them to my heart until I feel them as truth. I feel like I am in a process of tearing myself down and rebuilding the person I want to be - who I know I am inside.

The obvious emotions that this change brought up did make focusing on my studies difficult to say the least, however I am happy to say that I passed all of my classes and will be moving on to my placement in the upcoming semester! After that, I guess I will find out what the universe has planned for me.

I am looking forward to getting into the field and working as an SSW so I can really start helping people the way that I have always wanted to. Maybe I will finally be able to put my idea factory to good use and come up with some programs or activities for the community.

Thank you for reading, hopefully the next post won't take me so long.


Warmest Regards,


~ Oriona

So Much!

So those of you who know me, know that my thoughts are really random and scattered. For that reason I find it difficult to narrow my blogs down to one subject that I want to talk about in a day. I also kind of find it redundant giving constant updates about what is going on in my life. I do like talking about that because really, who doesn't? But that is also what writing to one another or - if you prefer - facebook is for.

My new phone

So one thing I have wanted to talk to you about is my new beautiful flip phone. In my last post I wrote about how I was going to 'downgrade' to a flip phone. My reason for doing this is because I wanted to pull away from technology just a little bit because I found myself on my iphone all the time and I felt that I was missing out on the world around me. So I went and got the phone and it was funny because the woman at the store actually laughed a bit in astonishment because, as she said, usually the people who come in for this phone are people who work in construction or similar jobs.

I felt a little anxiety right before the switch, but once I had the phone in my hand it was like I had freed myself from something. I will admit that I do still have my old iphone, but I have deleted pretty much all of my apps and now mainly use it as my music player.

Having a flip phone versus a 'smart phone' has actually been very freeing and I am really enjoying it. Since I stopped using the smart, I have noticed that I am getting back into my other interests and activities I love.

My favourite part is that it is definitely more satisfying to hang up on people - I get a nice snap when shutting the phone instead of having to angrily poke the screen. The looks I get from people who notice my phone are quite amusing as well. Either they look at me like I have five heads for wanting to have a flip phone or they look at me in pity because - clearly - I can't afford an actually 'good' phone.

But anyway, I am just a week away from when I will be leaving for Peterborough to attend school and I am really excited and anxious about that. There just seems to be so many changes happening in my life right now that when I really start thinking about it, I get a feeling like I could explode! Lately too I have been feeling kind of restless. Sometimes I feel like I have gotten so comfortable with my life the way it is, that I am losing touch with who I really am/who I want to be.

Anyway, that is it for this post. I will probably post again once I get to Peterborough. I hope you guys are having a wonderful week.

Until Next time,

~ Oriona

Another Chapter

I know I haven't written in a very long time and that is because for a while now I have felt the need to withdraw into myself for some introspection. I started this process in a very dark place. Day after day would go by that I barely even got out of bed. The apartment got progressively more messy which only added to what I realized was a growing depression. I can't remember now exactly what triggered it. Maybe it was a collection of a lot of things that just came crashing down on me. I woke up one day and decided that no matter what life was throwing at me, I had to be stronger than what I was being - that I AM stronger than that. I started with baby steps, setting little goals for myself. I got better but I wasn't tip top until Scott and I came back from our annual "camping retreat." I've gone there every year my entire life but this time really changed me. I gained new perspective on myself and I was able to let go of a lot of things that have been holding me back for a long time. 

So now I am starting a new chapter. I am going back to school and that means I am moving to Peterborough for the school year. I will be on my own for a while and I know it will be hard to be away from Scott, but I am looking forward to taking the time for myself. I think it is important for people to get to know themselves completely, become independent, and learn to love themselves and enjoy their own company. That way when they come into a relationship, they are coming as two complete individuals who make up an equal partnership. This year will be for me to get to know myself again and take time to improve myself in all the ways I feel are necessary.

I have been making my lists and getting prepared for going away - I'm really excited to get on with life. I have also made another decision for myself that even though I know it will be really good for me overall, I am already starting to feel the tug of anxiety from withdrawal. The decision is to downgrade from my iphone to a flip phone and to generally pull back a few steps from technology. I'll still use my computer and stuff, but I don't want to constantly be plugged in. Today I called my phone company and changed my plan to a basic talk and text and when I finish this post I will be heading out to go and get my new phone. 

Let me explain my decision a bit more in depth. I have realized that since I got this phone, I have gradually stopped doing things I used to love such as writing, reading actual books, painting, crafting, etc. Replacing all those things with browsing the internet on my phone. I don't like that at all and I want to get back to myself again. I also want to pull back from facebook - which I have in a way because I don't post too much on there - but I want to take it a step further and get back to old fashioned pen and paper for keeping in touch with people.

I know what a lot of people are thinking now, 'I always knew that Oriona was weird, but now she's just gone absolutely bonkers.' But before you are too quick to judge, I just want to say that I find communication has become so accessible that it has also become superficial. I go on facebook every day and I look at what other people post and then I get off. I don't actually talk to anyone really anymore and that's because I don't feel the need to - all my questions are answered one I log in. Actually talking to someone would feel redundant. I'm really not good at keeping in touch and when I realize that fully, it breaks my heart and makes me question myself as a person.

Do you know I have never sent any of my siblings, aunts, uncles, cousins, or nieces and nephews a card for their birthday even? To be honest, I only have about 5 people's birthday's memorized including my own. It makes me sick that I need facebook to remind me when my own brother or sister's birthday is because apparently I don't care enough to remember or at least write it
on a calendar. 

Sorry for the rant, but I miss the days of laying in my room or out in the yard just reading - just doing that - not checking my phone for messages or quickly checking facebook for - I don't even know what. I want those days back of being able to concentrate and not being so divided. I want to be able to take the time, thought, and effort to send someone a letter saying that I miss and love them. I want each action to have meaning and thought behind it. I am tired of experiencing my life through my devices. I'll still have my internet, but from now on I want to use my computer as a tool, not a lifestyle.

In other news, I am sure some of you may have heard of the fund raiser I started for my mom. She is in a pretty tough spot right now, but this fundraiser has really given her a new spark of hope. So far we have raised over $300 and that has helped her in more ways than just financial. I had been talking to her for a few days after she lost her job and I could hear her spirit just fading, she sounded so defeated. Then I told her about the fund raiser and that started bringing her back and once we got the first couple of donations I started hearing hope and joy back in her voice. When I got off the phone with her that time I started crying my eyes out because I felt like I had almost lost her again. But now she's coming back again and that makes me so relieved and happy.

Anyway, I am going to try and get myself back to posting on a semi-regular basis. I hope you are all doing well. 

Lots of Love
Oriona Star Woman

1000 VIEWS!!!

I woke up this morning and saw that The Starchild Diaries has now surpassed 1000 views! I just want to say a quick thank you to you guys for all your support! 

Lots of Love!

~Oriona

I am Not an Object

Article - Stop Telling Women to Be Afraid by Bianca Hall

I am so sick of the unwanted attention I receive almost every time I leave my apartment. Scott and I run on different schedules so it's impossible for him to be with me all the time. But he shouldn't have to be and I shouldn't feel the need to always have another person there to feel safe. It's sad that every time I am going somewhere, even if it's just the 2-3 blocks up to the grocery store, I have developed the habit of calling my mom or a friend or just anyone so I don't feel so alone when I am walking by myself. Most days I even try to dress down because I am afraid if I look too nice it will make it worse.

When I am walking alone, men will pull up in cars and call out to me, try to call me over. They tell me they 'like how I look' or that 'I have a nice shape.' They look me up and down like I am a piece of meat and it turns my stomach. I mean, it's one thing if a guy wants to ask me out and he does it by striking up a conversation then asks me out. I would obviously decline because I am already spoken for, but that's the polite way to show a girl interest. Not rolling by and slowly following her in your (serial killer) van repeating over and over 'I love that ass, I love that ass.' - that is actually what just happened to me as I was coming home from work today.

For some reason, the bus I was riding on my way home was going out of service the stop before mine so everyone had to get off. The weather isn't too bad so I just decided to walk the one block to our apartment building. Like usual when I have to walk by myself, I was talking to my mom on the phone and I walk by this little strip mall and a white van is just leaving. I hear the guy driving saying something but I don't really pay attention. Then he gets louder and I hear "OH WOW! I love that ass." And then he just keeps calling that out to me over and over. I tried to tell him to stop, but he didn't listen and just kept following me in his van slowly, watching me walk and continuing to call out to me. Even though I was on the phone with my mom I felt so vulnerable because there was nothing I could do to make him stop. I felt so violated. I was just walking down the street, and it wasn't even like he was interested in me, he just saw me as some live entertainment. A white girl with a ghetto booty - as people have referred to my backside curve before.

Normally I just try to ignore this kind of thing, but it happens so often I just got frustrated. Today was the last straw and when I got home, try as I might, I couldn't hold back the tears and I bawled for a good long while. I hate feeling vulnerable and I resent being treated like less of a person because of women being over-sexualized in the media.

I think women should be free to be who they are, express themselves, dress how they want, and just be without the fear that somehow we are going to attract attention that we don't want. What drives me crazy is that some people would blame me, as if I have any control over what other people think or how they act. Women are blamed a lot for these kinds of things and worse because people ask things like 'what was she wearing?' - In my case, long black pants a coat and scarf (racy, I know *sarcasm*). The bottom line, it isn't the fault of the person being assaulted - ever. No one asks to be hurt or harassed like that, no one wants that kind of attention forced on them. I certainly didn't feel like crying after work today - I just wanted some lunch. I don't want to feel afraid to walk by myself every time I leave my apartment, but experience of living in this area has taught me to be.

One guy got mad at me because apparently he said hi to me a lot and I didn't remember him and I was also trying to get away from him because I didn't want to talk to him and he said I was being rude, like I am obligated to be nice and talk to a guy giving me really unwanted attention. Other than having the body type I was born with and you know, going out into society like a normal person, I don't do anything to consciously attract this attention. Most of the time it feels like a surprise attack.

I don't know what to do or how to deal with this when it happens because its like a hit-and-run kind of thing. Maybe ignoring it is my best bet until society matures a bit more and the general heterosexual male populous learns that treating women like objects is flat out not okay. That is the kind of mentality that leads to rape.

What makes me really sick is that the media influences people to do all kinds of things. They influence people to look, act, and dress a certain way. It feels like a vicious circle because girls are taught to be a certain way and guys are taught that girls who dress that way are 'easy pickings' but girls are just trying to be fashionable. Personally, I don't follow trends and I dress for myself. Either way, I can't win.

I just needed to vent and get this out there somehow because what else can I really do? Thanks for reading.


P.S. I love this song and will probably listen to it on repeat today.

Try - Colbie Caillat

Oh...and probably this one too:

U + Ur Hand - P!NK

Starting a Business is Hard

So I am mentally banging my head against a wall in frustration. You guys might have read my other blog posts about my previous business ventures, the latest one being home made soap. It hasn't panned out and for a few reasons I doubt that I will be revisiting that idea any time soon. However, I am trying to get something else going, some of you may have seen my Facebook page Starchild Creations. Basically it is crafts and stuff that I make/am going to make in the future. I am starting online and hope to expand to wholesale and craft shows in the future.

New Business Card

But because I am not 12 anymore and I want this to be a legit business, it is going to take a lot more than just setting up a stand in the front yard (not that I even have one because we live in an apartment). Right now I am trying my best to set up an Etsy shop which is fairly straight forward but there is a lot that goes into it before I actually want to start posting things for sale.  For instance, the shop policies. I have never written store policies before and I want to be clear and all-encompassing and fair, and I did try my best to do that, providing information that I think is applicable to my shop. I am sure that there will be things in the future that will lead me to add or edit my policies. The thing that has me the most head-bangingly frustrated though is shipping. Trying to mail something in Canada and trying to get information from the post office about how to calculate costs is like pulling teeth.

Slot of Doom

I spent most of today online and on the phone with various Canada Post representatives trying just to figure out the dimensions of the 'slot of doom' as I have seen it being called on various Etsy and general discussion boards. By the way if you were wanting to know it is: length - 380mm X width - 270mm X height - 20mm. That's millimeters for my American readers - not that I think you would need to know because you guys have that awesome flat-rate shipping, but just in case you were wondering. I took the measurements and made my own cardboard 'slot of doom.'

Anyway, if a package doesn't fit through the 'slot of doom' or if it is over 500 grams in weight, then it becomes a small parcel package. Then in order to calculate the cost of shipping - in addition to size and weight, you also have to know where it is going which is hard if you are selling online and don't happen to know which really awesome person is going to want to buy from you.

SO I was then recommended this thing for businesses called Canada Post web services or something. Anyway it is some kind of software for businesses that hooks up to your Etsy (or other online selling website) and calculates shipping based on the item and where the customer is coming from so they can see how much shipping is. Now I am just trying to figure out how to install this thing and I can't so far. Their 'technical support' was no help but I got an email with another number so I am going to call them tomorrow and see if I can get someone to walk me through it. Once I know how to do it I am going to endeavour to post a tutorial to help others in the future who struggle with the same thing.

AND THEN apart from the oh-so-delightful phone and internet stuff, it was -14*C today. Not too bad, but the windchill made it hella cold. I did not think about this as I ran out the door with only my coat and scarf in search of the John Bead craft supply store that mom recommended to me. It was so freezing cold out at one point I got an ice headache - no joke. The pain was real, and all I could think about while trekking through the cold snow in soft fabric shoes, fighting the painfully cold wind, was how much I want my business to be a success. Wanna know what I was going for? Bead caps and eye pins so I can make these:

into necklaces. I found out however, when I got to John Bead, that they were closed. Oh, it was wonderful. *sarcasm* I actually said out loud 'no, no, NO!!' - complete with the defeated smack of my hand against the unyielding cold of the locked door. Then I thought, 'hey! I'll just go to Walmart!' - This is where I got the ice headache - and only to find that nope! Walmart didn't have them!

 The good news is that I did get some business cards done and a couple test-cards to go with the Stone People Medicine. They don't fold right though...but that (I have to keep telling myself) is a problem to be solved another day.

On the short term, I know how much shipping will cost for the stones that fit through the slot of doom so I will be able to get those up hopefully tonight. Tomorrow I will be leaving early to make sure I don't miss old Johnny boy (John Bead) and then I will be getting the caps and pins and by tomorrow I plan on having some necklaces up. Also some earrings because I found a bag of carved feather charms that came from my dad's crafting stuff. I know he wouldn't want them just sitting around in my crafting things when they could be used to provide for his family so that is what I am going to do.

That's another thing I always admired about my dad, he was never greedy. He got what he needed to survive and be successful but that was it. He never really needed material things and whatever he had he usually gave it away when he found someone that he felt it was really meant for. He took his worldly pleasures from the simple things in life, like having his eggs and coffee done the way he liked. Anyway I feel myself getting emotional and I would rather not cry over my key board. Well, too late I guess, lol. It's been a long day. I miss my dad.

Hope you have a good night - stay warm
Oriona

800 VIEWS!!!

Oh my goodness, I just recently looked at my statistics for my blog and realized that The Starchild Diaries is now just past 800 views!! Thank you guys so much for all the support! I really can't express how amazing it is for me that so many people read my blog. When I started it I honestly thought that it wouldn't really amount to anything and I really doubted that very many people would want to read it. This is mainly because I know that my blog - like me - is really all over the place, sometimes I am joking and sometimes I am serious and sometimes I am just weird.  But I was surprised when some of my readers either messaged me or came up to me in person and, if I hadn't written in a while, would point it out to me - they noticed and what's more, they were looking forward to my next post. That struck me as truly amazing and wonderful and made me feel really good about what I was doing. 

I share a lot about myself on this blog, my feelings, thoughts, ideals, and experiences. It doesn't really have a theme, but it is all about my life and who I am as a person. I am really happy that I get to share all this with you. I hope you continue to enjoy to read my articles and one day I hope you enjoy reading my books. :) Again I just want to thank you guys so, so much for all the support - from the bottom of my heart. <3

- Oriona

Valentine's Month - February

Ah, February in Canada, nothing says romance quite like the freezing cold air that makes my face hurt. Not to mention the lovely snow that recently got dropped on us is just ever so delightful in my soaking wet boots. I guess you could say though that this kind of weather is perfect for...cuddling though. ;)

Valentine's Day is just on the 15th, but just like every other major holiday it has become hugely commercialized, and preparation for the day of hearts and flowers begins even before they have played out every single version of our beloved holiday tunes on the radio. Remember the good old days where it was just boxing day? Then it turned into boxing week, and then boxing month which miraculously also stretched way past that - but anyway, I digress. This is going to be an interesting February I think, with the film adaptation of 50 Shades of Grey coming out on - you guessed it - Valentine's Day! I will admit I have read all three books along with the other 99% of the world's heterosexual female population. It doesn't surprise me that the book was and is so popular, I feel like it is becoming more widely acceptable for women to be comfortable with their sexuality. For us not to feel ashamed of ourselves and what we choose to do with our bodies. I laugh when I remember a conversation I had with my adopted grandmother and her absolute shock when I exclaimed that 'I would never marry a guy without sleeping with him first!' - that's like buying a car without test driving it! My mother raised me to feel comfortable with my own body and it makes me sad when I talk to some of my friends and learn that not only are they uncomfortable, but they are also ashamed!

But anyway, I feel a rant coming on and right now I want to talk about VALENTINE'S DAY!! yay woot woot and all that... Anyway, yes, I would say that 50 Shades of Grey was a lot like many romance novels, just a lot more blunt and descriptive. I like that it made openness of sexuality more main stream and I think it will be remembered in history for being a game changer but not as any real literary masterpiece. I mean let's be honest, it started as Twilight fan fiction... enough said. Needless to say that on my other blog Media Reviews by Oriona, although I will not be reviewing the book, I will however be reviewing the movie. I just have to, as a blogger hoping to make a name for myself I would be stupid not to review this movie! I might even make an effort to go on opening day, brave the crowds of hormone crazed ladies who are pining to finally see Christian Grey on the big screen.

For those of you actually celebrating Valentine's Day, have fun and try not to cave under the relentless pressure from the media to buy bigger and more expensive. It is just a day to celebrate love and show extra appreciation for that special someone.

I know that when I post this Valentine's Day is over and I hope you had a good one :)
~Oriona






Photo credits:

https://plumatinteroypapell.wordpress.com/2013/06/25/the-note-english/

Layers

When you get to know a lot of people, you start to become 'known' for something. People know you as 'the nice one' or 'the funny one' - they say things like 'oh, he likes expensive things' or 'she is a little spoiled' or 'he is the nicest person you will ever meet.' I guess we all have a dominant trait that we become known for. But in reality, aren't we all so much deeper than that? The nicest person in the world might also actually be the most selfish, and the spoiled brat who likes expensive things might just turn out to be the most generous and giving person when push comes to shove. So although this dominant trait helps people to know a part of us, there is no real telling of who a person really is when you only get to see one side of them. 

I learned this the hard way with many people. People I knew for years, people I grew up with and thought I knew...they just seemed to change over night. I think that is the only consistent thing in life is that there will always be change. Whether through people or life circumstances or both, change is always there. On the other hand, when we meet people for the first time or even just see them in passing we make judgments about them when we are only seeing a moment of their lives.

A lot of the time I feel like people don't know me very well at all, although they think they do. For as long as I can remember I have been known as the 'sweet naive' girl, which isn't a bad title. But when I got looks of tolerant affection or even unbelieving annoyance when serious conversations came up, I got frustrated. It seemed that because I lived my life with a smile on my face and a positive outlook, people assumed I had never had to deal with any difficulty or heart ache. I had a friend flat out tell me one time that she didn't want to talk to me about something because she felt like I wouldn't understand what she was going though. I think it is true that one person can't truly understand what someone else is feeling because everyone deals with their emotions differently. But we all have similar experiences and in this way we can use those experiences to get relate to each other.

A circumstance happened in the late fall, I was on the bus making my way home from work. It was crowded and people in cramped spaces can become easily irritated. I was standing and holding onto the support bar when I noticed a man sitting down a couple spaces from me. He had on a worn coat and a winter cap. He looked like he had sunken into himself somehow, like if he weren't sitting on the bus seat he would be a puddle on the floor. Most of all, to me he looked defeated and it pulled on my heart. I see a lot of people like this and it hurts me to see others in such pain and not having a way to help. Anyway, shortly after I noticed him, I noticed the tall can of beer he had in a paper sack tucked into his coat. It was open and as I watched, he very discreetly took a sip. Now I know that drinking in public is wrong and illegal, but I all I could think was; what happened to this man that caused him so much pain he couldn't wait to get home (wherever that might be) to open his beer? Another lady noticed and she began harassing him about the beer. Now I could understand her reaction more if he had been drunk or causing a disturbance but he was trying to be discreet and she just drew attention to him where everyone else probably wouldn't have noticed or wouldn't care. I felt bad for him, he didn't look up to arguing. After a few minutes of her badgering him, he just blurts out, 'my wife died last week, we had been married for 37 years.' His voice cracked just saying the words, but the woman didn't care. She kept heckling him because I think all she could see was another homeless drunk. When the bus came to my stop I leaned over and said, "I am so sorry for your loss." The woman looked indignant at me for saying that, and tried to tell me not to feel sorry for him; I didn't care. The minute we stop showing each other compassion and understanding, that will be when we have lost our humanity entirely.



Living in the city, I see a lot of people going about their lives and I try to see them for who they are as an individual; a mother, an artist, a father trying to support his family, or a student worrying about debts, just like me. The thing about people is we get so wrapped up in ourselves that we start to see other people as obstacles; a faceless crowd that we have to maneuver through. We forget that other people are actually people too. When you start to look at each individual person, you really start to realize that everyone has a story and a life they are living. One of my favourite Doctor Who quotes helps me a lot when I am feeling overwhelmed and bitter towards the crowds of Toronto and it goes like this: "900 years of time and space, I have never met anyone who wasn't important." - 11th Doctor


I think the old saying, 'you can't judge a book by its cover' really holds true, especially for people. Don't ever assume you really know a person because there is always so much more than you will ever see.

~Oriona



Picture and quote credits:

http://www.citynews.ca/2008/02/19/extra-ttc-buses-on-the-roads-to-cope-with-rush-hour/

http://www.goodreads.com/quotes/797906-900-years-of-time-and-space-and-i-ve-never-met

http://htekidsnews.com/world-population/

Unrequited

This is a poem I wrote a long time ago. It almost makes me laugh to read it now, but I know it came from a very dark place and to me, this is probably still the best poem I feel I have written...I haven't written any in a long time though which is good because I only write poetry when I am depressed so... anyway, here it is, I hope you like it.

                                 Unrequited

You lie to me                                                           that's alright.

Your
      Broken
          Promises                                                       are like velvet in my ear

Your
      Sinful
          Touch                                                           like fire on my skin.



Your words, I want you...

An invitation I cannot refuse.

So have me,
I am yours

Yours to take,
Yours to use

Use me.

I know the hurt will come, it always does.


But this I can endure because, 

You love me too...                                                              right?




Rest assured this poem is completely irrelevant for me now, but I just wanted to preserve it anyway. I feel that past emotions are important to remember because they have led to where you are now. I want to correct my previous statement, it isn't 'irrelevant' exactly, it is a part of me and these are words from an experience that shaped who I am today and for that, I am grateful.

For anyone reading this poem and possibly relating to it, I want you to know the lesson I took away from this experience. You are never stuck, and you deserve happiness. Your world does not begin or end with another person, it begins with you. The minute you decide to free yourself from any situation that is causing you pain, life gets so much better. Start living for you and the people who are there and actually care for you. When I decided to liberate myself, when I decided that I deserved better and would find better one day, it was so freeing. A weight was lifted and just there, by myself I felt whole. I still do. So don't hold yourself back from happiness, stand up and claim it for yourself.

Never settle for anything less than what is going to make you happy.
~Oriona

Making Pretty Things

Hello there :)

So I hope you guys have been having a good year so far, I have been busy busy busy! Back in November, I went to stay with Scott's parents to help his mom look after his sister's kids while she went on vacation. That was a lot of fun, Janie and I make a really good team and the kids are so sweet and well behaved. After that, I went right from there to my mom's place to look after her while she recovered from surgery - it was nice to have a good long visit with her and my younger brother. While I was there I introduced her to 'Netflixing' and she binge-watched the entire Gilmore Girl series which of course when it was over she had a good long cry because "IT'S OVER!!! :'( " - I found it really funny because I guess I am mean like that.

A few of you may have noticed that I started another blog called Media Reviews by Oriona which is me reviewing books, movies, music, and anything else that I find interesting. Someone on youtube asked me to review his glass ornaments that he makes that are actually really beautiful and the process seems really cool so I am going to look into doing that for him.

the first week of January, my longest and best friend Abi came up from the states to visit which was awesome! She was a little dismayed with the weather, but she had a bit of a "DUH!" minute because, hello? Canada in January... But it was still lots of fun, we went shopping and exploring and saw an IMAX dome movie at the Ontario Science Centre which is like, the coolest place ever and awesomely not that far from where I live :)

Then there was job hunting, and job finding. I am really excited to start work next week! But I am also extremely excited to be re-starting my little craft business of Starchild Creations! (Previously known as Sacred Star Creations) I am starting with a Facebook page and hope to expand to etsy.com and craft shows and things like that. So far I am making Painted Gratitude Stones and Splash Paintings, but very soon I am going to be making those microwavable heating pads and probably some other stuff. I also started writing a new book which in the last week I have written the first two chapters. It is called 'The Darkness' (working title) and it is going to be a supernatural thriller based on a terrifying thing that happened to me when I was little. *scary music*

In May, mom, Stone and I are being flown down (courtesy of my AMAZING big brother) to the beautiful (and hot) state of Arizona to see him graduate and visit him and my sisters!! There is just so much going on right now and I am so incredibly happy and grateful for this wonderful life I live.

Wishing you happiness and love
~Oriona

My Calling

I don't remember exactly when I realized it, but for a really long time now I have realized that my calling in this life is writing. I really hit the nail on the head this morning when talking to my mom. I really love all forms of art, but the one that I feel I really have a grasp of is writing and story telling. I see pictures like this:

- and I want to be able to paint that in someone's mind. I want to be able to write in such detail as to create this in someone's head. I know the joy of reading a really good book and getting so immersed in the story I don't even see the book anymore, it becomes like a movie playing in my head. Writing is my art form and I have so many ideas and stories that I know this is what I am meant to do. 

As I think I have said before, my long term plan is to write (hopefully) successful books and also own my own business which would be a store/cafe. Although I love writing and have every faith that I will become an accomplished author, I also recognize the need for a steady income.

On that note, I also need a steady income right now, and as I am currently staying with my mother while she recovers from surgery, that has become next to impossible. Lately I have been looking for online jobs which is a challenge because I have never had an online job so I am unfamiliar with how it works. It's hard trying to find something that I even qualify for and then I have to try and make my application stand out from the others and I am not sure how you do that online. In person, I can smile and have a friendly chat with my prospective employers but online I'm just a resume. Anyway, I am sure I will figure it out. Anyone who knows me, knows that I am never short of entrepreneurial ideas.

Getting back to my books, that is going very well so far. I just finished a story called Grandfather Eagle about a little girl who finds and raises a baby eagle. One day he is taken away and released into a nature preserve. He is happy there but misses the girl so he finds his way back to her. - The only thing I need now is an illustrator to do the drawings for my book. Until I find my artist though, I will get back to writing my other on the go books. There's The Ripple Effect which I think is going to be my big one. I also have the first of a series I am working on called the Adventure Girl series, based on stories my mom use to tell me when I was little. I have a lot of ideas with my books, like trying to make them all connected somehow. 

Okay I am kind of excited so I want to talk about some of my other story ideas, here's two:

1. Working title: Journey, about a young woman who either has amnesia and doesn't remember who she is OR she is a runaway from a foster home. But either way she is on the road following clues to who she really is and where she is from. She works odd jobs to get from place to place and also solves mysteries and helps the people that she meets. I want this to be a series, and I might work in some kind of supernatural element to the story but I'm not sure yet. 

2. No working title yet, but I am thinking a future almost post-apocalyptic but not quite. The earth is dying and people are either living in anarchy or they are following crazed, warped, and extreme religions. Somehow, I haven't worked it out yet, but some select people end up being blasted into space as a last attempt to find habitable planets for mankind to move to. The main character is one of these people but I'm not sure which direction I am going to take it from there. Will she find a planet? Will some freak accident happen leaving her with powers? Will it be more of a spiritual book? Will she enter a different dimension? 

Best way to figure it out is to write it out so that's what I am going to do!

Until later,
Oriona

Picture Credit: http://pichost.me/1560923/

A Walk in Two Worlds

It is really strange being a child of two worlds. There's the "white" part of me that looks something like this:

That part of me loves books and writing and art, Disney movies (obviously), and other 'western world' things, sometimes she wants to get dressed up and go dancing and be elegant and maybe even one day rich and successful.

 But then there's the First Nation side of me who doesn't really care about material things and just wants to downsize all my belongings down to a van and go on a spiritual adventure. That's the part of me that wants to live at one with nature and I basically try to apply my spirituality and culture in my every day life, but when someone asks me what my background is, and I tell them I am Native American, and they say 'no you're not' - I can't even express how much it frustrates me.

Maybe it's stupid - as a lot of people tell me, that I shouldn't care what other people say - which I try, but this is a deep rooted issue. When I was younger, I didn't even know I looked white until other people pointed it out to me. When we went to South Dakota the kids there would say: 'why are you here? you're white.' And when I would try to talk to the kids at school about my culture they would tease me and say 'what, can you talk to birds Pocahontas?' Now I am older and every time I see an elder or another First Nations person I want to talk to them in the way that feels natural, like saying 'Hello Grandfather, here would you like to sit down?" I shy away because I am afraid they will see a "wannabe white girl." One time I was at the Peterborough Canoe Museum and when we were sharing food that an elder had prepared and brought in for us, I got up to help because that was the respectful thing to do. My classmates were just sitting there waiting to be served and then they started whispering 'what is she doing?' and 'why is she dressed like that' (I was wearing a long skirt - omg so weird right?) and then when I was talking to one of  the museum people about my background he got mad and called me "one of those hippie-dippie types" - which might be part of the reason I am shy now. The only time I felt like I belonged and that people accepted me at face value is when my dad was alive. Being introduced as "Manny Twofeathers' daughter" left very little room for doubt about my heritage. Now I'm going through this identity crisis where I don't know which side is the real me.

When I look like this:

 But feel like this:

I just don't know, it's like I know who I am but I feel like a poser even though I know it's not true. Then the logical `wise` side to me remembers what my dad told me when I wanted to go tanning and colour my hair black, he said; "Mija, don`t ever let anyone try to tell you who you are. When you cut your finger, you bleed just as Red as anyone else." And Sacred Star Woman would tell Oriona that both sides are equally part of who I am. As long as I walk in my truth then that is all that matters. Creator made me the way I am supposed to be for one reason or another. Even walking through these city streets, when I feel the wind blow through my hair and hear the Thunder Beings rolling in, I feel the Creator and I know who I am - even though I struggle sometimes. I hope that one day I will fully be able to realize and accept all aspects of myself. The pressure is on now that I am trying to follow in my father's footsteps. But he wore big moccasins so maybe I will need to take a path that runs beside the one he followed.

AMR
~Oriona Star Woman

Disclaimer: I do not own the photos above, they belong to Disney.

Words I Live By

"The future belongs to those who believe in their dreams" - Eleanor Roosevelt

That is one of my all time favourite quotes; one that has given me hope through some of my darkest times. Lately, I have been going through another one of those dark times. I think it started with not being able to go to school this year(financial reasons) and then looking around thinking 'what now?' Truly, I felt like I had been running a race - the kind that you run in your dreams but the thing is you can barely move and aren't even moving forward - and then I felt like I had lost. I felt like I had failed, or fallen off the horse one too many times and didn't know where I could find the strength to get back up one more time.

Many of you who read this blog know me fairly well, at least enough to know that I am a very positive person and usually I come up with something to get me going again. Well I did, and that idea is soap. My friend Shawna and I have started a handcrafted soap business, we have the tools, supplies, and passion to get it going. And we have been, I have every faith that with hard work we could be the next body shop. Eventually I want to get into bath bombs and lotions and other things as well. 

But then there is also my writing, I want to be an author, and I have a book going in just about every genre you can think of. I am looking for a literary agent and hoping against hope that one day my books can make some kind of a difference in this world. Also in the mean time of all that, I am also looking for a regular job to help support Scott and I while we try to navigate through our lives together. In some respects, I feel very successful, and in others I just feel like an utter failure.

I recently posted an ad on Kijiji called 'Ambitious Idealist Looking for Sponsor' - it was kind of  a whim that I posted it. Basically, I was looking for someone crazy enough to 'donate' some funds towards my ideas because they, like me, think they are worth something. - Turns out that it's not that crazy of an idea. Do you know people actually get paid to play video games at home? It's called streaming and basically they sit there on web cam, and you can also see their game screen and people pay them to sit and play because they want to watch. and I'm thinking; well, why can't I get paid to write my books or something? Anyway, can you believe I actually got some replies? I don't know what is going to happen with all that, but don't worry I will be careful.

There's also this contest being put on by Alesse, and a person could win $5000 towards their idea. the thing is, I have so many I don't know which one to enter! Can anyone help with this?

That's it for now - have a good one,
Oriona

PS

The other words I live by are:

You are never stuck, no matter what, there is always a way.

Never settle for anything less than what is going to make you happy.