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Best Wishes

In these times of holiday blitz, when running about trying to make everything perfect and cramming as many activities in as possible, I want to take a moment and send my fervent hope to all those struggling.  Be they shut-ins, mentally or physically ill, suffering personal losses and the death of loved ones, or those living in desperate circumstances, they need our love, devotion, and attention throughout the year but perhaps, especially now.

Most of us spin through our days accomplishing goals, worrying about the dramas and needs in our lives, or working so hard we don’t notice the rest of the world.  We are in a time when that may be more necessary than ever before.  But the Holidays are here to remind us of the outer world and the greater good.  As much as you are able, extend yourself to others.  You may never know what that gesture will do.  It may make all the difference to someone who will, in turn, pass it on to others less fortunate than ourselves, for, let’s face it, for almost everyone there are multitudes who are less fortunate.

Let us also be mindful of the results the actions of technology bring.  As companies and scientists seek ways to increase food production, let them do so with forethought for the outcomes.  Genetic manipulation of grains for better yields might result in negative impacts on the soil or on the people ingesting those grains. We need to increase food production but not at the risk of harm.

And let us not forget those people in life-threatening circumstances such as the refugees and those trapped in war.  The Rohinga,  Syrians, and those who lack shelter and the bare necessities to maintain life need our help.  We can not turn a blind eye to their needs even if the least you can do is heartfelt prayer.

My wish is for all of us to unite as one people, not many, as unrealistic as that sounds.  Our political leaders may seem hell-bent on destroying each other and their countries but let us lobby for moderation and sanity in all their actions.

As our society becomes increasingly radicalized, let us seek education to inform the minds of those easily swayed to induce harm on others.  We all are alike under the skin, may we seek to always remember that in these shifting times.

Finally, my thanks to all those who have read my work.  I draw strength and guidance through much I read in your work.  I hope the holidays and the coming year bring health, happiness, wealth and a positive, uplifting journey.  Merry Christmas.

Love is . . .

Love isn’t the brassy blare of a band, marching down the avenue on July 4th’s celebration. Oh, to be sure – that is part of it – loud jangles, crash of cymbals, heartbeat of drums. But love has many faces, some apparent, some quite deceptive.

Love is the gentle stirrings evoked by a walk after a thunderstorm’s power, smelling the earth, watching lightening flitter over the New York skyline, curled up on a rock, and telling each other of your pasts, and peoples – speaking in reverence and caring tones.

Love is the sharp pain of betrayal and the shooting stabs of hurt inflicted upon sensitive, fragile egos that make one near in anger and rage – defending yourself at risk of rejection – yet believing, nonetheless, first in your own sense of worth.  Being able to say “fuck you” to the one you love.

Love is the despair and confusion and insecurity brought forth in opening yourself up to another person.  Of being aware of his frailties and still wanting him more than ever – because of those faults not in spite of them. Of seeing the flaws yet not running away.  Of opening yourself , baring your soul when trust is just a mirage, still to become real from knowing your love, facing it and not walking away, and of having to tell that other person that love is there – whether or not he chooses to respond in kind.  Of wanting so much to hear the words “I Love You”, yet not pressing but allowing them to come of their on accord at a time of his choosing – if at all.

Love is passion and the exploration of a body found wildly exciting – seeking those hidden sources of pleasure, being sexually vulnerable.  And love is those quiet ripples that float through your body as you see the one you love or think of him during the course of your day.  Love is giving and taking- together or apart – the stillness of soul touching – the fire of lust, the knowledge that this is something different than any before or any after, but that a part of you, larger than ever before, rests in the hands of another, and you are content, or largely so, to have it that way.  Love is a gift from God to be savored, enjoyed revered, for each moment it is a part of you.

Love is encouraging the strengths in the other, urging him to grow and explore facets of himself.  Being a source of strength rather than drowning him in your need.  Love is knowing the relationship may end yet moving forward in self-determination, with trust and belief gathering your courage about you, a mantle of strength in the storm of emotion.  Love is knowing that love may change in form and substance, devolving into a well of despair, fragmenting, feathering away into a manifestation of a different making – yet Love still.  Love is holding still the trembling of the soul.

Love is the bringing into the world two children to bless this union. Children precious, deserving of all that is good.  Physical manifestations of love and passion.  Children who bear witness of good and ill. Who bear the scars of devastation.

Love is the torture of knowing your love was always far greater than his. Of sustaining emotional scars, physical bondage, inquisitions, blasphemies, of running and hiding to escape his wrath. Of finally, running away, knowing not to do so would mean your death, be it emotional or physical.

Love is the PTSD moments after the Fall. Twenty years later.  The choosing aloneness rather than taking the risk of opening yourself up again.  Of the nightmares that continue, again and again, of what it turned out to be.  Of the ending, cruel, painful, devastating in consequences not just for the two of you, but for the children brought forth from the union of those souls.  Of the never ending trauma that follows in your wake, curling in sadness and despair deep within.

Prompt – Why Do I write?

Why write? There are so many reasons, yet in the final analysis, so few.  I write because it’s a driving need.  I write because unless I do I am cast adrift with all those feelings I NEED TO GET OUT OF ME!!   I blog to reach out and find if there are souls similar to mine in this planet and where they are.  To find out that Bipolar or Fibromyalgia or Traumatic Brain Injury goes further than the entrance to my door is comforting, informing and quieting. It is where the stuff I have in my head gets out so I won’t be trapped within a miasma of discontent, frustration and pain.