Tina Turner, Baby, all I have to say is, you got it ALL wrong! It’s not difficult to look at lives surrounded by easy come/easy go sex, drugs, alcohol, money, abuses of all kinds… just general hard-“living for the moment”… and understand why some people ask, “What’s love got to do with it?…” I always hated that song by the way. I don’t know what year it came out, but I remember I was still a kid, and even then I knew that it was MESSED UP….it was sad. It was bitter. It was lost. But in my youthful innocence I didn’t realize that for some people”love” could be wrapped up with so much pain.
Whoo-Hoo! Can this be real? 12-12-12…I am going to be paying CLOSE attention today right after noon when it is 12-12-12 at 12:12:12. It makes me giddy. I know that is silly. Like it was silly that I wore the same pair of long white basketball socks scrunched down to my ankles for every game…
“Thou shall not try to relive yesterday for good or ill, it is forever gone…” # 7 ~ from The 2nd Ten Commandments. My oldest son brought home a couple of pieces of card stock paper a while back. He had gone with some friends to hear an inspirational speaker, the basketball coach for Northern…
Today, like yesterday, I am re-posting an article originally published in March of 2011. This past summer I removed many of my earlier articles from public viewing until I had a chance to re-read them and revise them. There is nothing in them that was wrong substantially…there were just some things that were too much for some people to handle…as Jack Nicholson says in A FEW GOOD MEN, “You want the truth? You can’t handle the truth!” … I am going to give people only what they can handle. It is still REAL – it is just more palatable. And, again, I am not in the same place (literally and figuratively) as I was back then. It is less important to me whether you know or understand my story specifically as it is important to me that you understand that there are injured people in the world that need help and support and love. They are trying to feed and protect and care for their children and at the same time ward of attacks from every angle. My new friend Megan has written important messages in the blog www.cryingoutforjustice.com. Her article “Love Her” sparked me to re-post an article from September 2011 yesterday and this article from March 2011. I hope you will look up Megan’s articles, and read this one as well. Thanks.
Each of us HAS and IS a gift. The ONE Gift that I appreciate the most, especially right now in my life, is the person who has the ability to approach any one… no matter how unapproachable a person seems… or how good or bad a person’s life is going in that moment. It is a Great Gift to be able to treat others with generosity, dignity, respect, concern and LOVE. If there is one lesson I want to learn in this life, it is how to look beyond a person’s circumstances, to remove my own preconceived notions about good/bad or right/wrong and TO SEE the PERSON… not their “problem”. I want to have the confidence to approach that person and still be me… to reach out with a spirit of giving and caring and compassion and let them know that I KNOW that they are more than where they are at the present. They have a past, and they will have a future and that I care for them no matter what. That is really how I want to be…I am not there. And in a perfect world, that is how I wish that people would be with me.
I don’t know about you, but I wish that when I was an impressionable wee lass that adults would have been a little more considerate of my nighttime fears. The thought of laying in my big bed alone (not counting my 39 stuffed animals)…in the dark (not counting my 4 night lights and the hall light and the bathroom light)… I could still hear the floor boards creaking and the wind moaning and tree limbs scratching on the window…and the sound of the TV too low to hear but loud enough to tell me that my mom and dad were at the other end of the house. What’s in the closet behind the clothes? Did I just see the closet door open a little? Wasn’t it closed just a minute ago? What’s under the bed? Is it going to grab my ankle and pull me under and eat all of my flesh and only leave my bones and the cartilage on my ear tops and my nose tip?