So much is being said about miscommunication;

And yet, so little is being said about omission and concealment.

Yes. truly listening to another requires a voice, from which to hear from, and yes, though most people fail to ask the question(s), that's no excuse for leaving out the details.

Me, I'm not incredibly fond of breast enhancements. And yet, how many times have I been mislead into believing that it wouldn't matter? To whom, I always say, did it not matter too? If, a person says they dislike fish, but then order a Tekkamaki(Tuna Sushi), me, I get a little confused.

Which brings me back to this moment, when words aren't always shared explicitly. At some stage in our lives, we have to say what is true, no matter the consequences, for, at some point in our lives, we have to choose reality, over frivolity. Sanity, over consumption. Passion, over some empty humping on the couch!

Miscommunication, starts with the individual. You, your job is to speak clearly your thoughts, wants and ambitions, in the context of the encounter. For not speaking reality as the way forward; as you back out, you're only going to be leaving another peice of your heart behind. And how many of those, do you have left?

Just asking....

Feeling, is a higher sense

Not like rain so much, but similar to snow.
A sensation that you can smell, even before you feel it!

Anyhoo, I was blessed to get out and about yesterday, and though the day was more than pleasant, still, driving back again through the hills, I caught just a glimpse of you thinking about me, and I smiled. Distracting enough to give me pause, and yet, refreshing enough to remind me still.

Now though, it's Monday, and I'm leaving the comfort of my office for some mundane task, but like the coming of snow, I can sense you thinking, and I like that too....

Questioned, & Answered(I hope!);

"When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow, that is giving you joy now." (“I read this passage this morning, and am trying to wrap my head around how it applies to ALL joyous situations”).

If I can(?), when you could not walk, longing to learn how at first, and then later, after you got the habit of it, wanting to walk often, but, not being strong enough, your steps were limited. Now, years later, and free to move about as you're able, Joy is found in the freedom of movement. Not just something many others do not en(joy), but, in your sorrow and tears, all those years ago, you, you are presently free to find Joy in everything.

And in that, we should take heed, as we go about the new week:
Life, requires steps, in order for all things to become Joy!

But w/out perspective, nothing but sorrow impacts us enough.
And that, is the wrong way to acknowledge all that we're blessed with and by.

Fire & Ice

A love-hate relationship is a personal relationship involving simultaneous or alternating emotions of love and enmity. This relationship does not have to be of a failed romantic nature(but most are), and may be instead of a familial one. It more often happens when people have completely lost the intimacy within a loving relationship, yet still retain some passion for, or perhaps some commitment towards, each other. Thus, there is a thin line that divides love and hate.

The love you feel may never be seen;
all because the one you used to love, has become so mean.
Is love therefore hate? This is often questioned, but usually only mentioned in the end.
For me, my children love me,
but, sometimes that love has torn me apart
because of the choices they’re forced to make,
so she won’t break(repeatedly) in the dark!

People, the hate they’ve exhibited towards me, can’t be mistaken, but it alone, is more something that they have yet to accept or reckon. It’s true; people often hate you, because they’re not You.
So yes, there’s a thin line, I know it’s true, but in asking me, let me say that, most people, just like you, don’t know what to do. Seems we often care so much that it makes you shake, then, you start to wonder, and/or believe that you’ve made a mistake, for love should never turn to hate, because in all honesty,
hatred is one of life’s biggest mistakes!

And yes, poems never solve many things.
But when you move pass the past, things like why does he hate me, matter less, than the Joy of why does He love me(you)?

Or me, for that matter...

On Easter, and always;

In the distance,
things often look more complicated than they really are.

As for me,
I'll always keep my options open,
but then again,
that only distracts from all the Joy
I could be experiencing with You!

Alas though,
wanting is never quite like receiving,
but, my patience,
like my love,
is strengthened by the fact
that you're paying
attention nonetheless....