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Wednesday, 10 September 2008
To have a friend
Mood:  sad
Topic: something different

This may be updated from time to time.

 

When things are going smoothly, it’s easy to be friends. It is even easy to be there when tragedy strikes one of them. But when words get twisted or even if one thinks they are twisted, communication breaks down. It is at these times when the lines of communication must be open the widest! That is when a friend is needed most.

 

When one friend is emotional and the other totally logical unable to deal with emotions, it is very hard to communicate. Emotions are such a driving force that it can be hard to keep them in check. For those non-emotional people, it is not possible to understand this.

 

It is easy to say you know someone. But to truly know and understand them requires years, especially if one of them is driven by emotions. These are the romantics. They talk from their heart.


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Sunday, 7 September 2008
special post
Mood:  sad
Topic: something different

The private post is now public. Maybe others can see themselves in it.


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Updated: Wednesday, 10 September 2008 11:04 AM EDT
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A Note
Mood:  sad
Topic: something different

Is this someone you know? It was for me. It causes more pain than one can imagine.

 

You see in your minds eye, your physiological and emotional ills. Because of that you have convinced yourself that you cannot be loved. With that mindset you put a lock on your heart, on that emotion defined as love so that true love cannot enter or leave. When someone comes along that truly and deeply loves you, you automatically know that is impossible but with your psychology training, you do know that it is obsessive love.

 

When someone like me comes along that knows about your physiological and emotional issues but does not care because the love that is offered comes from deep within the soul you have no way of accepting me. But your heart is locked so tight because you know you cannot be loved so you will not open your heart to accept the deep, devotional true love since it can, to your perception, only cause pain and sorrow. You have experienced the romantic seeds of physical love, but you have not opened yourself up to explore the fruits of true love.

 


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True Love
Mood:  sad
Topic: something different

True love

 

Have you ever experienced a love where your first concern is how the other person feels? A love where you know what they will say before they say it? A love so strong that just being with them lights up a room? A feeling that when the other person is happy you are happy but when they are sad, or hurt it affects you twice as bad?

 

Have you ever felt a love so strong that you want to tell the world about it? But yet you don’t because you want that person solely for your self?

 

I have, twice

 

Have you ever felt a love so strong that the pain of the other is your pain also? A love so deep that it transcends all of nature? A love that depends not on distance? Have you ever experienced a feeling that cannot be expressed in words? Have the feelings of the other person been so important that to make a mistake affects the very soul?

 

Have you ever experienced a love so strong that the loss of the other makes you want to tear your heart out?

 

I have, once

 

Have you? Comments welcome

 

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Saturday, 6 September 2008
Words I pen
Mood:  down
Topic: something different

Words I Pen

 

I write the words, yet they are read wrong. I cannot say them any plainer. I know not the simple way of speaking. I have tried to be direct yet it is taken wrong. Do I write such drivel as to be thought mad? Or is the pen I use more poisonous than I would ever conceive?

 

I speak from the heart yet I appear to be throwing knives. From the depths of my soul do I feel the heat yet it comes out as ice. Fear not for I am but the holder of the feelings. I share them willingly but they are thrown back at me in anger.

 

Lest I be thought the spirit of evil, nay, lest my heart be stilled, I cannot belay the heart and soul of the love that dwells within. It is the fire of a thousand suns but is taken as the ice shelf of the universe. Can not I say what I mean and have it taken as I mean it?

 

For what lies in the heart of one man is not felt in the heart of the woman. The feelings cannot overtake the logic of the mind. I dwell alone in this sea of pain and sorrow. Hear me not for my words are but ink upon paper. What they have in meaning is but for my heart to explore.


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Thursday, 4 September 2008
Love is
Topic: something different

Love is

 

I find it amazing how few people understand what true love is. It is all too often confused with obsession or lust. Is it possible to really define it? A biblical quote does do it justice.

 ”Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.
—I Corinthians 13:4-8a (NIV)” How often does the analytical mind cross with an emotional body? What are the results of such a meeting? It’s the difference between being literal and being figurative. The analytical mind reads lines that are written while the emotional one reads between the lines. Neither is wrong, yet the information between the lines is oft the most important.  When you are troubled by the emotional ills of others, you do not understand that others, knowing of your emotional ills are not concerned and only see the brilliance that is you. 

The above is true, but can an analytical mind understand it’s true meaning?


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Tuesday, 2 September 2008
With a Song
Mood:  happy
Topic: something different

With a Song

 

There were no lyrics. The gentle pressing of the keys eased the pain in his heart. The snow, piled deep, could not chill the heat, the passion, this man felt. Even the roiling clouds, the horrendous wind, could not blur his vision. His ears, indeed all his senses were acutely aware of the moonlight. The serenade painted a vivid picture of him and the girl he lost. His heartbeat was rapid, the pains increased. Why, he asked himself constantly, must I go on? Why must I endure this agony?

 

The strings of summer sang like velvet. Vivaldi could bring the seasons to life. Why then could not the strings of his violin infuse life back into this man? Does not the warm thoughts of a sultry August night ease the hurt of lost love? Let the strings resonate yet they are unmoving. Love has done its damage. Will he recover?

 

Words, does he hear them? Does this hotel really exist? He’s walking the streets of loneliness. There is a room for him. He does not want to be there but it is where his heart dwells. What baggage will he carry in? How much more will he carry out? Does he really want to survive this?

 

He prays. Yes, there is peace in the valley. His life, his personal plague on this earth is beyond his comprehension. He begs God to call him home. Why, he asks, must he go on? He knows his mansion, his home in heaven is only available when he receives the call. It is not his decision to make. He understands the valley of peace.

 

Tissues dab his eyes. They have become misty. Resting now, his feelings sharpen. Thoughts of love lost pulls out his tears. A heart broken, a soul in torment yet his love remains true. A mellow voice and a quiet tune weakens him. Must he live to suffer?

 

A timepiece to measure that which has no boundaries. Never is indeed a long time. His love extends well beyond those limits. His love will last, til the twelfth of never.


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Thursday, 14 August 2008
Stubbornness
Mood:  happy
Topic: something different
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Stubbornness

 

I am the first to admit that I am extremely stubborn. I also admit that being stubborn is bad for my emotional health. I’ve made a lot of errors in my life. Many of these involved me being too stubborn to listen to others. At the time I had no clue about my emotional issues. It wouldn’t have mattered since I was too stubborn to realize I had a problem.

 

Even when the mental health issues were pointed out, I was too stubborn to listen. I’ve been this way all my life, how could it suddenly be emotional problems? No one ever told me that before. But wait, yes they did. I was too stubborn to listen.

 

Being stubborn, a need to be in control, must be related. I don’t consciously want to be a control type. I know now that although I don’t want to be in control, I acted like I do. it will not be easy, but I refuse to allow myself to be stubborn. I have promised myself I will not be stubborn. I shall listen to those that are trying to help. I have emotional issues. I shall permit me to change. I fully expect to be rebuked when I do not listen. My future, my happiness, depends on this.

 

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Stubbornness
Mood:  happy
Topic: something different
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Tuesday, 19 February 2008
A fin for coffee
Mood:  down
Topic: something different

A Fin for Coffee



It was a long week. Work was boring, and hard. Joe needed to unwind and the weekend was beginning to show promise. It was too hot to snow, and too dry to rain. "Andy, guess we may as well do something on the out of doors. Don't know how long this little dry spell's gonna last." "Yea, it's only been six months, think we best enjoy this little respite" Having used up their total reserve of logic for
the week, they decided to head for the pier and check out the fishing. That was when Joe made his first big mistake; he made a thermos of hot coffee.

Living as they did, in the upper northwest, the only water available was the pond. So, they threw the gear into the back of the old truck Joe had just bought. This was a good time to check it out anyway. Since the dealer didn't have any on the lot, he had to wait until the next shipment from the factory, so he ordered it with all the features he wanted. Poor guy, he could not get everything. Nowhere in
the catalog could the dealer find a redneck radio, so he was stuck with just the ordinary alpine ten speaker and floor mounted subwoofer system. They headed towards the Pacific Ocean.

When they got to their favorite pier, it was crowded with others using boats. "Well, there goes the ol fishin' hole. Why does these folks wanna spoil a good fishing spot with boats? And it ain't just the locals neither, look at that big `un out there". Indeed there was an aircraft carrier roaring across the water. "Dag blamed Navy anyhow. They'll scare off the fish!"  He no more than got that out
when a pack of whales surfaced and started spouting off. "Come on Andy, let's go find someplace a little more private like." They headed off to find a secluded spot to drop their lines. After about five miles, they found a little beach, and no one around.

Joe parked the buggy and they jumped out. Grabbing their gear, they headed for the beach. On the way to the beach, he lit a cigarette. He didn't see the rock he stumbled over and almost lost his cigarette. Recovering quickly he made his second big mistake. Just like all the other tourists, Czaretta was sunning herself on the beach. Now it
isn't often that one sees tuna's doing this, they are naturally shy. When he tripped, some of the ashes dropped from his cigarette. Being a gentleman, he blew the residue off of Czaretta. Well, you know the old saying, blow in my gills and I'll follow you anywhere. Joe and Andy headed off ta do some fishing.

Both dropped their lines in the water and settled back for some serious non-fish catching. These two are good at catching cold, catching the bus, and catching hell. But, when it comes to fishing, the only bites they seem to get are the bugs. At least it gets them out of the house. Fishing that day wasn't going that good, there was
too much commotion. A pack of wild dogfish were chasing the carrier. Roverfish, the leader of the pack was telling his buddies, "Thank goodness catfish are freshwater". "Poor Jock. Needed some cash to redo his pad, and hooked up with Freddie the fish. Now the sharks are after him". A quick yelp brought the dolphin police and the chase was on. Andy told Joe they might as well just sit back and watch the show.

Joe agreed and popped the top on the coffee. He had just gotten the first cup poured and Czaretta slapped him upside the head with her fin. "Hey, where's my cup?" "We didn't bring ya one. I thought tuna only drank tea." "Just the ones from British Columbia". Having said that, she grabbed the thermos and slugged the mud down. Well, that put an end to the fishing trip. They threw their gear into the back
of the truck and headed home. As they pulled into the yard, Joe heard somebody talking. They looked in the back of the truck and there was Czaretta, talking on her cell phone. (told ya what happens when ya blow on their gills).

"What do you think you are doing here"? Asked Joe. "Talkin' to my cousin in Spokane. She told me our neighbor just got a call from Starkist." "That's not what I meant!" "Oh, well I gotta show ya how to make decent coffee. That stuff you drink would tie an eel in knots". Now before you ask, you must realize that tuna always come packed with oil or water. Since it was the dry season, Czaretta packed water. And that is how Czaretta took up residence as the chief
coffee maker. 

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