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Posted by karen_kay on January 22, 2008, at 10:42:36
you keep this board
thriving and alive
and your efforts
are appreciated by i (wait, shouldn't that be me?)i like yoru words
as freely as they come
and your emotions on this screen
surely they do stunsomeone such as i
who just wants to show
that you're appreciated
on this board and somy words do not come easy
they are silly but true
thank you once again
just for being you!!!you're appreciated on this board hun! and i hope my little rhyme can somewhat show you that you are!
take care of yoruself and keep those words coming!!!!
kk
Posted by susan47 on January 23, 2008, at 17:56:46
In reply to susan47....., posted by karen_kay on January 22, 2008, at 10:42:36
In order to respond to that adequately, I would need a certain lightness of being I don't have right now, but you've done so much good to say that, and you have, I hope, some idea of the gift you're giving me by having said that.
There's been so many times I've come here to Writing when there's nothing else in my life that I could reach for that would have helped. I don't know if anything i've said is worthwhile, i don't know if anything makes sense to anyone but me, but knowing how much I want to help in the world, what you've said is Good.
And quite frankly, my dear,
who gives a sh*t whether you say i or me?
Certainly not I.
Me.
Do you care?
If we gave a f*ck what anybody thought, we couldn't be ourselves in joy, or grace, or forgiveness.
If I gave a f*ck what my ex-T thought, for instance, I would want to kill myself.
Which would be wasteful, and wrong, because I have taken up resources on this planet which I call home, and I have to give back before I can leave, and somehow my form of giving back is being fearless about myself.
Sh*t.
Good f*ck*ng sh*t what the hell have I done?
Do you ever wonder that about your life?
Posted by karen_kay on January 24, 2008, at 17:00:15
In reply to Karen, posted by susan47 on January 23, 2008, at 17:56:46
Good f*ck*ng sh*t what the hell have I done?
Do you ever wonder that about your life?
*all the time dear. i think that's one of the biggest lessons in life. to question everything! (at least for me!)just today, i found myself muttering at least 100 times, 'god, i loved beign single' not that i don't love my husband, family, life in general, but man OH man, do i miss sex with other people, whenever i wanted.
shew, i'll save the rest for another day. but, i assure you i'm swearing so f*ck*ng loud inside!!!
your words do mean a lot dear. a whole lot indeed.
Posted by susan47 on April 27, 2008, at 19:31:53
In reply to Re: Karen, posted by karen_kay on January 24, 2008, at 17:00:15
Sex. What is sex but a wonderful, life-reinforcing desire to merge with an adored One, a Being in wholeness and truth with another.
With anyone? Wow. What a concept, one I visited and disliked so immensely, I cannot ever visit that again.
But marriage? Well, marriage doesn't, cannot come, before total love and acceptance, total desiring to merge with another for this lifetime. I've never met anyone truly that I felt that way about. I married solely to create a nest of procreation, I had sex solely for that purpose as well. Although I know there was a really short period of time, before I ever first had sex, when my insides would light up with delight, in the glowing knowledge of themselves as pure delight.
To have given that up for sex .. was not worth it. To give it up for children, was part of a life's purpose.
It would be lovely to someday re-visit pure delight.
Wow.
I have to work on that vision, Karen....
Posted by susan47 on July 10, 2008, at 18:50:45
In reply to Re: Karen » karen_kay, posted by susan47 on April 27, 2008, at 19:31:53
To have sex that means something, to merge with a beloved who really adores one.
Before one dies, would be nice.
Posted by susan47 on March 18, 2009, at 18:22:34
In reply to Karen, posted by susan47 on January 23, 2008, at 17:56:46
I can see the value of having certain feelings, but it isn't enough. There has to be the impetus to Do.
Posted by susan47 on April 2, 2009, at 17:08:31
In reply to Sex, posted by susan47 on July 10, 2008, at 18:50:45
in the dark, of the park with the stream, close to midnight. Backseat, knees up, sunroof open to the moon and stars, alone with the scent of deer and the cool indigo pressing skin flushed with passion, I learned to love myself.
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