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Sat, 05 Sep 2009 16:08:15 -0700

todays wisdom:

cherish the day

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Sat, 22 Aug 2009 13:46:26 -0700

todays wisdom:

asking for help quietly, is still asking

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Sun, 16 Aug 2009 20:49:13 -0700

todays wisdom:

know when to face the truth

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Sat, 15 Aug 2009 21:50:22 -0700

Four years ago today, I discovered that within me grew the little seed who is now this beautiful person.
(In a related story, today I celebrate four years of sobriety. )

Thank you Son

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Sat, 01 Aug 2009 19:19:35 -0700

You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before, she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters?

She’s not perfect, you aren’t either, the two of you may never be perfect together� . . . but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, admit to being human & making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break; her heart.

So don’t hurt her, don’t change her, don’t analyze, and don’t expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she’s not there.

Bob Marley

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Sun, 28 Jun 2009 15:09:36 -0700

The only real elegance is in the mind.

(If you've got that, the rest really comes from it.)

Diana Vreeland

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Sat, 30 May 2009 21:06:20 -0700

you were here, in my waking dream ....

.....moving your shoulder blades, hard and immobilized like tectonic plates, until the warmth of my hands gently coaxes their muscles to release. Breathing with the slow assuredness of the continental drift, I lie with your arms around me tight as we say our secretive, early morning improvised, devotional lover's song.

"I exist so that when you touch me, I will feel it."

"You are what love looks like."

Falling asleep again, I feel myself chasing your body until we unwittingly reach the precipice of the bed, near falling from that cliff onto the floor, until vertigo wakes me in the nick of time. I crawl to the other side of you, and chase you once more, just as the moon follows the earth across the sky, locked in a gravitational embrace. Sometimes - I am the moon. Cold, small, and dark, with craters and assorted footprints, yet luminous and mysterious. Sometimes -� I am the earth. Every ocean and continent, all the air and everything that is living there . . .� all the things we know to be true and false. But you, you are
uniquely both the earth and the moon.� And then, sometimes .... sometimes you are the sun as well, hot and too painfully bright and beautiful to look at.� [It is then I must look at you through a pinhole in a shoebox.] Your rays sustain me, grow my fields and flowers, illuminate and reward me with heat and glorious golden light . . .� and then you burn me with this ecstatic fire that destroys everything inside me, only to have built me back up again by morning.

Those very eclipses where we do not meet and are far away from each other, feel like the oddity that they are in nature, and therefore are as natural as nature itself, because nature is all about oddity, nonconformity, change, growth, destruction, death, life, love, hate.

My musings could be those of any or all who love or have loved -
for love has no discretion on whom it might choose to bestow its gifts.

Love is.

and that is all.

To love and to be loved in return I consider to be life's greatest joy. This can take place a million times a day or for an unfortunate few, never once in an entire lifetime. But understand babies, love makes no special demands. People. . . . people make demands.

Love only asks that you choose it.

The way life is mapped out for me, and the fact that love has chosen me to represent it in its countless aspects, has allowed me the freedom to maneuver my heart along treacherous, unpaved roads and emerge loved and loving still, and all the more.� For I know to truly love, one must be in a state of constant awe and reverie, armed with the knowledge there is nothing in the world that can substitute it.
Love . . . well, its not for the faint of heart - obviously.

Should you not understand what I am talking about, I can only hope and pray with feverish dedication that one day you will see love as I do . . . how it is like the air, the moon, the sky, the sun, the earth, and like water - it is elemental, and once you experience it, thereafter you are baptized in it . . .� a dance partner for another in the never ending pas de deux of life.

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Fri, 24 Oct 2008 06:45:53 -0700

[cont.]

On the less important, short end of the stick - remains the issue of my time here @ SU. I've been feeling for a great while now that it's time for me to be moving on. The fit isn't the same anymore. Have I changed? Perhaps. Has this place changed? Definitely.

So what is to come of TwistedElegance? It's not for me to judge, but I've long grown tired of those who make dramatic exits - only to return the following week. That's not what this is. I dont know - there's over three years of, well . . . me here. And - who knows? I may feel differently in a month. Maybe more, perhaps less. What I do know is that because of this place, people now live in my heart, who . . . for all intents and purposes - without such a place - would have never had the opportunity to move in. It is for you [plural] that this is written. Thank you for . . . everything.

***

Last Wisdom:

Sometimes the hearts only way to survive is not to feel . . . but know this:

Every little thing wants to be loved.

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Fri, 24 Oct 2008 06:45:26 -0700

Now I know.

I mean really know in my heart.

I've taken some time away from SU to think things over. On the big end of the stick - that has included remembering and rediscovering what it means to love; realizing [again] that all love, if it's really love at all - is unconditional. Conditions contradict love in its very essence . . . This [re]enlightenment has given much healing to a weary heart. I'm better now because of it. I hope the people whom I love would say the same.

Also weighing i heavily on my thoughts, feelings and . . . life - has been what I will do on 11/4/08. I've remained silent as many of the people I care for spoke out, some for one side, and some for the other. Many [regardless of 'side', made valid arguments.] It occurred to me, most of those who approached me with a pro -Obama stance, automatically assumed I felt the same. I simply listened. The same went for the McCain supporters I know. Deep in my spirit I knew that before I opened my mouth, gave my endorsement, made up my mind - I had to be sure . . . and damned sure which candidate knows what it is I am talking about,from where it is I come, what and whom I care and am passionate about, before my mind was solidly made up. I needed to know that I know that I know WHO not only was speaking my language . . . . but also was armed with the tools/plans/ingenuity/bravery . . . integrity to make those words action verbs.

I know this decision came a lot easier for some. I ask you to be forgiving of me when it comes to the fact that for me it was not so easy. I am not ashamed because I have struggled with this for many months. I've never been one to jump on the bandwagon and equally - I'm forever leery of wolves in sheep's clothing. There are moments when I felt both were, and to an extent, I suppose both are. We pick the lesser of two evils, yes?

So this I had to figure out for myself. My vote counts, and It wasn't enough to go with the decision of someone I trust. Heaven knows I value the opinion of my father greater than most people I've ever known. When it comes to him, I am still 9 years old. But even his basket, I could not place my eggs in. Not until I knew for myself. And with that, I had to relearn how to trust myself. There are lots of things I already do that because of . . . but this? This has been something different, and might I add this year is the first presidential election that I have been a Mother. When you are blessed with that Name . . . [and Mothers reading this, you know] it changes things. It changed me even as recent as this morning when I was looking at my little mans face as he asked "you goin' to work Mommy?" If to no other person, I have a responsibility to him.

It all seemed to pile up so heavily on my head . . . in my head. I am a Christian single mother - and while I'm thinking about it, I'd like to say articles like this were not the deciding factor. What it is though . . . is confirmation [yet again] that I am not alone in my thoughts - about both McCain AND Obama. I am not deceiving myself. I refuse to be deceived by anyone else.

I have to get this right.

I have to.

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Fri, 10 Oct 2008 08:46:39 -0700

...still don't.