Ram Dass tells a story about a man rowing on a lake high in the mountains in fog so thick you can’t see your fingers unless you hold them right in front of your eyes. While he is rowing, he runs into something, probably another boat. He starts yelling loudly, “Watch where you’re going. Can’t [...]
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The car engulfed with waves of mulled citrus mist warmed by your face watching mine in the mirror from the hallway as I lacquer on deep burgundy candy apple lipstick before the sun awakes early April morning. Memories of orange blossoms permeating the night sky on Route 66… the beige top down on the old black convertible with red leather seats When I was eighteen and Steven French [...] You didn’t call last night like you promised I cried myself to sleep… If only you understood the subtleties that teach each of us to trust or not. You would never again make me a promise you did not intend to keep. Knowing… That I’m trusting you with my heart. Then leave me waiting… Waiting… Like you did last night to cry myself to [...] It takes courage to stand tall when we feel our wounds so visible worried that all will witness our pain… Courage and bravery… strength beyond words. You present yourself with such grace with such dignity, head held high turning your face to the light letting the sun warm your soul knowing that you have… God’s blessings at your [...] Not all operations take place in hospitals. Some men, like surgeons so deftly trespass on your life
Everyday, somewhere a child stares out a window Waiting… for Dad to come home. It doesn’t matter what kind of work he does (though a fireman or race car driver would be great). It doesn’t matter how much money he makes (though getting a new bike is better than not). It doesn’t matter how tall he is or [...]
Feelings… …unacknowledged since childhood are erupting like open wounds not properly cleansed with antiseptic. Mourning my losses resolving my fears become the purpose of each day.
Emotional scars ignored too long, forgotten, locked away deep in ones’ subconscious, not dealt with, stuffed so deep one hardly remembers…
…becomes the molten lava, [...] We build our walls Of bricks and stone Of words and looks High and wide Piece by broken piece Hurt by wounded hurt Bridge by burned bridge. Berlin Wall Then we wait… We feed, then water our hurts Our broken dreams Our bulbs of expectations That never bloom Without communication.
Without meaning what we say Or saying what we mean. Not acknowledging what we keep Or knowing what to [...] Some men have a way of looking inside finding the best you have to offer then putting it on the outside for all the world to see.
When you’ve been in their presence you begin to feel beautiful begin to experience a you, you didn’t even know was possible. All because… Because, they took a little time to see the soul waiting wondering just past the wrinkles.
All [...] We were inseparable Sisters born in an hour of desperation Of need, of my divorce I believed we would last forever Sisters by choice not birth There are friends capable of loving you
Thank you for listening quietly as you ate your lunch letting me release all my hurt my pain my anger my broken dreams on you. Like a rain storm in the desert Yesterday… I rained all over you.
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