Some things just hurt. Deep painful wounds that seems at the moment of infliction will never heal. The moment splits the persons involved forever.
Or so it seems.
Years go by.
Wasted years where there could have been a loving relationship, but the painful memory just sets itself up in the form of a brick wall. Separation results.
Personally, I have had almost three decades of such a relationship with one who knew me from the beginning of my days on earth. Better than half of our lives have been ruled by the "unforgivable".
Yet one day, arranged by divine circumstances, we took a walk. We talked. We showed our own weaknesses and sorrows about the wound. We hugged. We forgave.
It has been a year since that walk. Hours separate us geographically, so face to face with each other is rare. But we made it happen recently. There is a love that has been rediscovered.
How many people let something that they believe is unforgivable to stop love cold? I believe it really isn't the wound or the pain that stops love. It is more the hurt pride that says, "How could you have done this to ME?" Then the wall that stops communications go up.
Truth is that if you look deep into yourself, you see that there is just as much you are capable to "doing" to cause wounds. Each of us can and will until we lose our prideful attitude. Once that tumbles, humility can pick up the pieces and rebuild, restore, rediscovere love.
Monday, October 29, 2012
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
Hanging On a Wall
Talent?
Composition?
Color?
Design?
Just what is it that makes a painting or drawing get chosen to hang in a famous gallery?
Controversial statement?
Classic tale put in visual?
Heart wrenching subject?
Tonight I view only a tiny portion of one art museums collection of drawings. Unfortunately not in person. Just through the less than flattering medium of the Internet.
The variety is amazing. And it made me ask the question deep within my soul, "Do I have any talent?" I tend to look at the classics and say "Never could I do such a marvelous work!" Then I look at what appears to be merely childish scribbles and say, "Really? This is in a museum?"
So what does it take? Courage? Lessons? Money? All of these are lacking from my experiences. Yet ever time I look upon some one's work, my spirit yells in a silent whisper, "You can do this."
Composition?
Color?
Design?
Just what is it that makes a painting or drawing get chosen to hang in a famous gallery?
Controversial statement?
Classic tale put in visual?
Heart wrenching subject?
Tonight I view only a tiny portion of one art museums collection of drawings. Unfortunately not in person. Just through the less than flattering medium of the Internet.
The variety is amazing. And it made me ask the question deep within my soul, "Do I have any talent?" I tend to look at the classics and say "Never could I do such a marvelous work!" Then I look at what appears to be merely childish scribbles and say, "Really? This is in a museum?"
So what does it take? Courage? Lessons? Money? All of these are lacking from my experiences. Yet ever time I look upon some one's work, my spirit yells in a silent whisper, "You can do this."
Monday, October 22, 2012
Birds
Yes, it's about birds again.
It seems the quiet spot is always clamours with their songs.
I spend time talking with my best Friend and then I listen. I hear the birds. I watched them as the darted back and forth. Three red cardinals seemed to be fighting for the right to a certain branch. An unidentified song new to this spot came loud and clear.
What she was saying, I could not understand.
But they all sang because of the beauty of the morning and I joined in their rejoice.
It seems the quiet spot is always clamours with their songs.
I spend time talking with my best Friend and then I listen. I hear the birds. I watched them as the darted back and forth. Three red cardinals seemed to be fighting for the right to a certain branch. An unidentified song new to this spot came loud and clear.
What she was saying, I could not understand.
But they all sang because of the beauty of the morning and I joined in their rejoice.
Saturday, October 20, 2012
Thursday, October 11, 2012
Saturday, October 6, 2012
(Official Movie) THRIVE: What On Earth Will It Take?
Tyranny or liberty?
Watch in full.
The truth of what you don't know just may be what makes you free.
Watch in full.
The truth of what you don't know just may be what makes you free.
Thursday, October 4, 2012
Respect
"Our differences don't need to separate us from each other, creating barriers to communication. What is native to each one of us will be forever, and we should honor and respect it. I will always see things my way because of who and what I am, you will see them your way. As long as we accept and respect each other for our divergent beliefs and ways of living, then we have a way to communicate."
Patricia St. John~The Secret Language of Dolphins
Patricia St. John~The Secret Language of Dolphins
Monday, October 1, 2012
Masks
When you saw the word mask, was your first interpretation protection, covering up, persona, or performance?
My first thought when asked this question was: Dr. Killdar and Ben Casey, both TV doctors of the sixties. So covering up fits, but not exactly. And protection fits, but again, not exactly.
Why do I think of doctors masks. Is there more buried in my subconscious that brings them to mind? Seriously doubt that to be the case. I had my share of emergency room visits as a child. Stitches. Stomach pumped. More stitches. No over-nighters or surgeries.
In the end, it just shows how much TV effected me. Pretty much was addicted to it.
Interesting thought though. If these TV doctors were such heros to my generation, could they have set a mindset for the way we view health care today. We seem to think that doctors and pills can cure anything. When in reality they are trained not to cure but to maintain or manage illnesses. Oh but that is my soap box and is way off the path of the original question. Just wondering.....
My first thought when asked this question was: Dr. Killdar and Ben Casey, both TV doctors of the sixties. So covering up fits, but not exactly. And protection fits, but again, not exactly.
Why do I think of doctors masks. Is there more buried in my subconscious that brings them to mind? Seriously doubt that to be the case. I had my share of emergency room visits as a child. Stitches. Stomach pumped. More stitches. No over-nighters or surgeries.
In the end, it just shows how much TV effected me. Pretty much was addicted to it.
Interesting thought though. If these TV doctors were such heros to my generation, could they have set a mindset for the way we view health care today. We seem to think that doctors and pills can cure anything. When in reality they are trained not to cure but to maintain or manage illnesses. Oh but that is my soap box and is way off the path of the original question. Just wondering.....
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