Well I must admit that I was actually worried about my developing friendship with another, but it looks like things may just work for the best after all!
In the between think about this as the next improbale thought,I am always a phone call away. For the rest of you vouyers who do not know my # I am really very happy with the response(s)!
Though it is true that no one knew that I was capable of disliking another person, I appreciate the feedback anyway. Maybe in the future I will omit the names( someone thought it was them, sorry! ), or offer my thoughts in a more broad based way.
Who knows though, these are my thoughts, and I will indeed express them as best I can, but I will be more sensitive as to who I give the address to in the future.
Over in the bay area :) , please!
Anyhoo, the new week is here and I have no lunch dates, but that's okay.
Maybe I need to spend some quality time with my own thoughts and not the thoughts of somebody else? Shame really, I was so looking forward to learning more about her!
Whatever happens though, everyone please enjoy your time with whomever you choose and I will finish the previously story next week.
Even if I don't let you read it :)
I know..........................
Saturday, February 28, 2004
Sunday, February 22, 2004
Okay
Truly, the perfect man is not Gay!
The perfect man is gentle
Never cruel and never mean
He has a beautiful smile
And keeps his face so clean.
The perfect man loves children
And will raise them by your side
He will be a good father
And a good husband to his bride.
The perfect man loves cooking
Cleaning and vacuuming too
He'll do anything in his power
To convey his love to you.
The perfect man is sweet
Writing poetry from your name
He's a best friend to your motherand kisses away your pain.
He will never make you cry
or batter you in any way
To hell with this stupid poem:
The perfect man doesn't have to be gay.
The perfect man is indeed any man who desires to be that way!
The perfect man is gentle
Never cruel and never mean
He has a beautiful smile
And keeps his face so clean.
The perfect man loves children
And will raise them by your side
He will be a good father
And a good husband to his bride.
The perfect man loves cooking
Cleaning and vacuuming too
He'll do anything in his power
To convey his love to you.
The perfect man is sweet
Writing poetry from your name
He's a best friend to your motherand kisses away your pain.
He will never make you cry
or batter you in any way
To hell with this stupid poem:
The perfect man doesn't have to be gay.
The perfect man is indeed any man who desires to be that way!
Saturday, February 14, 2004
When you were a baby.......................
....................................................... did you ever think that being who you would become as something to be thought of as stressful to others?
Recently I wrote a number of things about myself that I could never easily explain to others. Things that when read by their intended audience was very revealing of the who and what I actually am. Sing along if you know the words:
Yesterday I bit myself.
Not that I haven't done that before, it's just that this time I thought of the words that often leak form my mouth. How sometimes those words penetrate the person hearing them and causing unintended consequences. Did you know that words are everything to me?
Often when I have spoken in the past, the thoughts and feelings of others are upset or awakened. Revealed or embraced. Uplifted or crushed.I was thinking within this dream about someone else and I remembered that I heard the sound of glass breaking around them as well.
Strange this sound, it reminded me of a moment in time when I lived in Boston and Pamelynne and I were lovers. She was so open and beautifully eager then. I used to sneak her in dance clubs and we would drink and slow dance the night away. Always when the music stopped, she would ask me questions about who we had met, and why.
Something about the sound of that glass breaking reminded me about you. No not you, her over on the left! How you're always trying to balance your strength and power against mine. yielding to my essence and then fleeing the embrace and comfort of my words when I am not there to cloak you in my touch.
Writing about this disconnect that I often sense in us opened the door to my longings for another that I had recently forgotten about. Yes, there is a point to all of this but why bother revealing now? For right now, my heart is open..................not needing anything but to give as it wills.
Recently I wrote a number of things about myself that I could never easily explain to others. Things that when read by their intended audience was very revealing of the who and what I actually am. Sing along if you know the words:
Yesterday I bit myself.
Not that I haven't done that before, it's just that this time I thought of the words that often leak form my mouth. How sometimes those words penetrate the person hearing them and causing unintended consequences. Did you know that words are everything to me?
Often when I have spoken in the past, the thoughts and feelings of others are upset or awakened. Revealed or embraced. Uplifted or crushed.I was thinking within this dream about someone else and I remembered that I heard the sound of glass breaking around them as well.
Strange this sound, it reminded me of a moment in time when I lived in Boston and Pamelynne and I were lovers. She was so open and beautifully eager then. I used to sneak her in dance clubs and we would drink and slow dance the night away. Always when the music stopped, she would ask me questions about who we had met, and why.
Something about the sound of that glass breaking reminded me about you. No not you, her over on the left! How you're always trying to balance your strength and power against mine. yielding to my essence and then fleeing the embrace and comfort of my words when I am not there to cloak you in my touch.
Writing about this disconnect that I often sense in us opened the door to my longings for another that I had recently forgotten about. Yes, there is a point to all of this but why bother revealing now? For right now, my heart is open..................not needing anything but to give as it wills.
Tuesday, February 03, 2004
Patience and Love
Nature offers us an infinite variety of plants that fascinate and delight us. We know that it would be ludicrous for us, mere humans to pass judgment on them. We don't harass them to reveal a new bud or leaf when we think they should. Neither do we compare them with other plants in the same garden that we feel are doing so much better under our care and careful concern.
We allow them to do what is natural for them, to grow and flower at their own pace.It seems logical then, when we think about it, that the people we love should be offered the same consideration, especially since we cannot be fully aware of the struggles with which they are dealing. Even with the best of intentions, our impatience for them to "grow up" and "be sensible," implies that it's a simple matter to us.
The assumption being, that they can and should change at our behest, for why would we ask it, if it could not indeed be done. I have saved some of my healthiest plantings, because I learned a long time ago that if I want them to thrive I simply have to allow them to live according to their own inherent nature. Countless times I've given up on some, after having waited patiently for them to respond to my careful nurturing, only to discover, that one day when they, not I, were quite ready, they unfolded before my eyes. They were simply awaiting their time. Sometimes our best service to those we love is to simply stand by, be silent, be patient, be hopeful, be understanding, and wait, for their time.
We allow them to do what is natural for them, to grow and flower at their own pace.It seems logical then, when we think about it, that the people we love should be offered the same consideration, especially since we cannot be fully aware of the struggles with which they are dealing. Even with the best of intentions, our impatience for them to "grow up" and "be sensible," implies that it's a simple matter to us.
The assumption being, that they can and should change at our behest, for why would we ask it, if it could not indeed be done. I have saved some of my healthiest plantings, because I learned a long time ago that if I want them to thrive I simply have to allow them to live according to their own inherent nature. Countless times I've given up on some, after having waited patiently for them to respond to my careful nurturing, only to discover, that one day when they, not I, were quite ready, they unfolded before my eyes. They were simply awaiting their time. Sometimes our best service to those we love is to simply stand by, be silent, be patient, be hopeful, be understanding, and wait, for their time.
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