You & I (guest post)

Every once in a while I come across a piece of writing that's so beautifully personal, so eloquently written that I have to share it.  When I first met Bella I realized befriending her would be an emotional experience, one that would pull me in all directions from the most euphoric highs to the darkest lows.  I wondered if I was ready for this, but I kept returning.  She wrote with such intensity and passion that I couldn't stay away. She moved me.

At my request Bella's agreed to let me repost this. I hope you enjoy it as much as I have, and that you'll find some time to pay her a visit.

My dear friend, thank you for opening the door to me and inviting me into your world.

You & I- Ingrid Michaelson

Don't you worry there my honey

We might not have any money

But we've got our love

To pay the bills

He makes me, giddy. I am a school girl, though I'm now finished. He's a prince, though his overalls are smudged, his hair is ruffled.

Maybe I think you're cute and funny

Maybe I wanna do what bunnies do

With you

If you know what I mean

He's light. His soul, is light. It is threaded with weightless love, bubbly and suspended mid-flight, throwing diamonds and sparkles everywhere. His smile weighs nothing, his heart so full, weighs nothing.

He can fly.   

Oh, you might be a bit confused,

And I might be, a little bit bruised,

But baby how we spin like no one else

We lay in bed this afternoon, giggling at nothing in particular. His laughter was soft and warm, butterflies tickling my ears. We lay, our faces centimeters apart, mouthing words to each other, barely a whisper. My hands trembling, always, though this time perhaps because I was feeling something I thought was happiness.

His fingers tracing lovely words on my arm, then bumping down my ribs, one, two, three, four...

Whispered magic; you are so beautiful.

My heart, trembling.

Let this be real.

It is both the realest, and the most impossible, thing I have ever known.

Let this be forever.

<3

I am growing smaller.

Folding into myself.

Arms small, legs thinner. Shoulders, tiny bumps that could sprout wings.

My mind has been more at peace.

Less of me to hate.

I am smaller, I feel smaller. My heart has more strength, now that there is less to work.

I smile, a little lighter.

My head is a little lighter.

I feel alive again, after laying dead for so long. Last week was a millennium. I'm awake again finally, and my parts are starting to work. I see a new colour each day, I recognise an unnoticed beauty.

I... I breathe, again.

And each breath, is like my first.

I wish you all, a thousand fresh breaths, a thousand new winds, a thousand wondrous miracles.

I hope this wind carries on, through this country, over oceans and dolphins, over seashells and trinkets, through mountains and valleys; to you.

And I hope it sweeps through you like a crystal water, rushes into your pores and releases each tension from every tiny particle within you. I hope it blows through your hair, and untangles the knots, sweeps under your feet and kisses your ankles.

This life, this feeling, this aliveness; it is a beauty we seldom see.

But I'll always wish it could last forever.

Thank you, thank you.

Your beauty, your words, your existence; it shows me loveliness, and more beauty, each day.

Don't change.

Stay.

Forever.

x

"Unforgettable" (erotica)

Your body bare and wonderful before me
Writhing exquisitely upon your lover,
Hips firm and straddled
As you slowly make love.

Room dim, the music pumps emphatically
Still you sway to your own rhythm.
Aware of my presence,
Yet oblivious
Blissfully accepting of my gaze.

Long hair cascades over your brow
Partially concealing your face,
But none of your pleasure.
Casting a sideways glance
You look deeply into me,
And at this moment we're no longer strangers.

I sweep the dark mane aside
To see the story in your eyes
Bursts of light that dance within
Fade in the sunset of your eyelids
As he moves within you.
My God you're beautiful.

You take my hand in yours
And place it on the smooth orb of your bottom
I seek out every inch of you here,
Your back, your shoulders.
Muscles tighten and release in response
As you move beneath my touch.
And upon his.

Raising yourself slightly
You silently invite me to explore the nearest breast.
I knead it, soft and warm beneath my fingers.
My arousal mounts.

Everything surrounding melts away
Leaving only our bodies, our desire.
Yet seemingly as soon as it began it's over.


Days have passed as mere seconds
And I play you continuously in my mind
Forever captivated
By this vision of you.  

Secret Sunday

As I mentioned last week, Secret Fridays have now moved to Sunday. So welcome to the second round. Here's a chance to share some secrets and/or fantasies you've been keeping to yourself. Some are uplifting, some are heartbreaking and some are just plain naughty.

All are valid.

Here's how this works:

1) This is open to anyone who wants to participate, from regular follower to casual visitor.

2) I don't plan to censor content or language. However I do reserve the right to remove anything which appears to be posted with the sole intent of offending. I also reserve the right not to remove content that may be considered controversial. It's a fine line sometimes.

3) If this is something you'd like to run on your blog please feel free. You may copy the rules if you wish.

And now to it...

Q&A Continued

In which I answer questions from my blogging friends.

What is your motto?

Simple... 

Open your mind and life will reveal itself to you.

There is so much to be learned in life that people miss out on, either by being too judgemental of others or too close-minded to welcome new ideas. The biggest limitation to what we experience is what we place on ourselves.

Think of how small our immediate world is. We travel between home and work or school and visit family and friends, but most of it takes place within a short distance. This planet is almost twenty-five thousand miles around with over seven billion people; every day holds a chance to learn, to have new experiences if we choose to. It doesn't take a lot of money to discover other countries; just sit down with people of different cultures, religions and ages. This morning I learned about Diwali from a blogging friend in India. Why surf on-line for written information when you can talk with someone who lives it?

Bury your personal opinions for a while and talk to people with different sexual preferences. You'll find everyone loves, they just experience it differently. By far the most memorable conversations I have these days are on relationships. People are more than willing to reveal themselves when they know they're not being judged. I know I am.

Try new food and drink, expand your culinary palette. This afternoon I tried cream  of broccoli and cheese soup. I wasn't sure if I'd like it, but how would I know if I didn't try it? Turns out it was really good and I've discovered another food I'll enjoy for the rest of my life. Was it worth risking $1.50 for? Of course.

Never be too shy to ask when you want to know. Tonight on our shopping trip to an adult 'novelty' store I learned something new about a sex toy from a sales girl half my age. Man I love that place.

The doorway to understanding life's mysteries is through people, approach them with genuine curiosity and trustworthiness and they'll open up to you. Textbooks are fine, but I've never learned anything nearly as interesting as what I do through conversation. For me every day is unforgettable. It should be that way for everyone.

Q&A

What is the most important "thing" in your life?

  Passion. I love life, people fascinate me especially those whose lives are a lot different than mine. I'm tremendously passionate about getting to know what makes someone tick.  When they let me get to know them beneath their surface I just eat it up like candy.  It's completely exhilarating to me.

  I'm more open than ever to learning and experiencing just about anything, and not afraid to get uncomfortable doing it. I find approaching life with an aggressive curiosity and enthusiasm brings new experiences that make it incredibly rewarding. We all need to have things and people we're passionate about.


What is the most difficult situation you ever faced? Why was it difficult for you to deal with? What did you learn from it?

  Recovering from my car accident two and a half years ago was probably the most difficult situation I've ever had to deal with. Physically I recovered in a short time but emotionally I came out of it changed, a more intense version of myself. I wasn't sure what I was feeling or why. All my senses were overloaded,  I was extremely emotional and attuned to what others were going through.  I felt a huge void and questioned everything I thought I knew about myself.

  What I learned from it is that there's a reason for everything that happens in life, even if it isn't readily apparent to us at the time.  If I hadn't had that accident and felt something missing in my life as a result, I wouldn't have started my blog and reached out. And I wouldn't have met so many unbelieveable people. The void I once felt has been filled.

How do you deal with negative people?

  First I think negativity is very subjective.  The attitude you carry determines how you see others; if you're generally negative you won't notice it as much, generally happy and you'll see more negativity around you. But it's what you do with that attitude that will determine how you deal with others.  

  The hardest thing sometimes is to put yourself in another's place. People usually aren't miserable for the sake of being that way, there's usually a set of circumstances that have lead them there. I think it's important to show compassion and give people the benefit of the doubt.  But...

  ...it still doesn't mean we have to be around them. Over time negativity can wear on even the most positive person.  It's tough but sometimes we have to cut those who bring us down out of our lives, for the sake of our own mental well-being. Like a drowning person who will pull us down if we let them.  Maybe this sounds harsh, but in the same way we look after our physical health we need to look after our mental health as well, and protecting our attitude is an important part.

Halloween Party Pics

The party was amazing. There were some great costumes, plenty of food, booze and dancing. It was a great place to cut loose and have some fun...

Yours truly ("Big Pimpin' Mac Daddy-Style Big Heavy DJ Grand Flashmaster B")

Sandy (aka "Bambi", my ho)

Bambi workin' it. I'm in love.

Don't ask.

By the end of the night (or was it morning) I was wearing Sandy's wig.  I'm not sure why.

A belt

A rope

A banana

And a nurse's outfit.

God I love house parties.



Secret Sunday

As I mentioned last week, after 41 rounds Secret Fridays have now moved to Sunday. So...welcome.  Here's a chance to share some secrets and/or fantasies you've been keeping to yourself. Some are uplifting, some are heartbreaking and some are just plain naughty.

All are valid.

Here's how this works:

1) This is open to anyone who wants to participate, from regular follower to casual visitor.

2) I don't plan to censor content or language. However I do reserve the right to remove anything which appears to be posted with the sole intent of offending. I also reserve the right not to remove content that may be considered controversial. It's a fine line sometimes.

3) If this is something you'd like to run on your blog please feel free. You may copy the rules if you wish.

And now to it...

Video Halloween Post to the Hizzay

More Q&A

What is one thing you want to do before dying?


Visit Australia. I love everything I've seen about it; the outback, the beaches, the culture. I've met a ton of Aussies in my travels and they were all amazing people, friendly and fun-loving. Huge partyers. And the accent...just ask Sandy what effect a female Australian accent has on me.

I've visited many countries and there are still many that I want to see, but without question Australia's at the top of my list.


What are you most afraid of?

Even more than losing Sandy my biggest fear is not making a difference, in her life and in the lives of those I know. I think we have a responsibility to affect people's lives for the better while we're here. It doesn't necessarily have to be life-changing, but when a relationship is no longer (either through eventually parting ways or something as significant as a death), if somebody can look back and feel better for having known us then I think our time here was spent with purpose. I want to leave my mark and be remembered with a smile.


What do you think of children?

Children scare me. Okay, they don't really scare me but the thought of having kids of my own scares me. They're kind of like baby lions, cute but I wouldn't want one in my house. Having said that, for the mostpart I enjoy being around kids and have tremendous respect for parents and what they go through to raise a family.

Now babies are a different story. They're just moist, gurgling bundles of ambiguity. Babies scare the crap out of me, probably because I don't know what they want.  I don't have that gene.

Q&A- Why Do I Get So Close To My Bloggers?

Please note that Secret Fridays are moving. I hope you'll join me for the first Secret Sunday this weekend.
                                                          

  I had planned to answer questions some of you have sent me (thanks again!) through video posts. However my webcam and YouTube don't seem to be talking to each other at the moment. Maybe it's a lover's quarrel, I dunno. I'm troubleshooting the upload issue but it may take a bit of time to figure out, so I'll start answering the old fashioned way- in writing. After all, if cavemen were able to communicate before YouTube so can I.

  Today's question, the first I was asked is: "Why do you get so close to your bloggers? (not saying it's a bad thing, but a lot of people don't care)."

  The short answer is I feel someone worth knowing is worth knowing well.

  Like most of us I like to visit new blogs. Sometimes I'll leave a passing comment, other times I just read a bit and move on. But once in a while I come across someone who makes me want to stay and find out more. It could be their attitude, maybe their sense of humour. Sometimes it's not so much what they say but how they express it (there are some tremendously eloquent writers around). If what they've written strikes a chord with me for some reason I always take time to let them know the effect their post had on me and why.

  Although I sometimes find myself wanting to get to know a blogger, I don't make a conscious effort to get close to them. If it happens it has to happen naturally, if I'm fortunate as in "real life" sometimes these connections turn into friendships. For me the most rewarding relationships are those that started by sharing something very personal, on either side. I'll always give more of myself than I'll ever expect in return; still, on rare occasions I'll get to know someone whose story completely draws me in and floods me with questions. Lauren* was such a person, and a significant turning point for me.

  I found her blog very shortly after I began Life In Quotations. She was a mid-to-late twenties bisexual woman, the sub in a D/s (Dominant/submissive) relationship with her female partner. Lauren self-harmed as a way of coping with the world around her and her own internal struggles; she was my first introduction to cutting. In short time the conversations we were having were extremely revealing, as she very openly discussed her mental, sexual and emotional sides with me. Hearing of her obsessions, her desires, her fears and darkness was intense.

  This was the first time I realized how much I could learn from other bloggers and the kinds of relationships that were possible. Lauren and I never developed a friendship, although she was very willing to help me understand what she was feeling she did so at a distance. Her moods were very unpredictable (looking back she showed some signs of Bipolar II), and as quickly as we met we lost touch. Still it sparked in me a wild curiosity in what other people were experiencing, and marked the beginning of my interest in Psychology. It was also my first realization of how much I got from listening to people's problems, victories and heartaches.

  And so it began.

  As it's turned out, most of my readers are much younger than myself, and mostly women. I didn't plan it this way, but to be honest I feel extremely fortunate to have female readers. Every man or woman has their own life experience to share. There are a few male blogging friends (you guys know who you are) with whom I've shared some great conversations. With my female blogging friends I've been able to see life from the other side of the fence and get different points of view through their experiences. It's hard to explain why I'm so drawn to this. I have a great relationship with Sandy, she's amazing and I'm very fortunate that she gives me room to explore this side of myself.

  I feel an almost ravenous curiosity to discover everything I don't yet know.  Learning about life from people of different ages and cultures, building trust and friendships with them is to me incredibly rewarding and something I very strongly need in my life.



*not her real name

Aaarrgh!!!

Yes, a post called aaarrgh.  For some reason I'm having a struggle uploading my personal video to You Tube, so I won't be able to post my answers to your Q&A for a bit as I had planned. :(

However please set aside a few minutes to read the post below, written by a friend of mine. It's well worth your time.

A Greater Understanding- Anorexia

This is the latest in my "Greater Understanding" series. These posts introduce things in life that many of us may never experience, through the words of some of you who live them. They're not always comfortable to talk about, not always pleasant, but I really believe we need to open more dialogue if we're ever to understand what people are going through.  It's the only way to create empathy and compassion.  If you have experienced or are experiencing something you'd like to help others understand, please drop me an e-mail.  I promise to keep you anonymous.


As the title indicates, this post has been written by someone who is battling anorexia. I've only recently met her, yet in a very short time we've forged a close connection.  Knowing someone so unselfishly willing to give, to turn their insides out, has been an intense experience.  It's something I hold tightly to.  Knowing, knowing...


This is her life in her own words, exactly as she wrote them to me. No edits. 
                                                     



"There have been days where, astonished, I've realised that I seem to be, forever, completely,
engulfed by this wondrous disease. Anorexia, my mind will whir; the sweet word rolling around my tongue hotly, dangerously. It seems absurd. Nothing is forever, is it?



Then the thought will have vanished, just as a speck of dust caught in the wind. A slippery thing, I never gave the word a second thought; for how could any one person's entire existence be fit into the definition of one word?



And the day will go on, seasons will change, the seconds will pass; time stops for no one. I am simply one spot, in the cogs of time, in the work of life. Perhaps I will think of it again tomorrow, perhaps I will think of it again next year.



But that word, and all that it brings; the sudden realisation, that I am a diagnosis. I am tainted, I am tweeked somehow, so that I differ from the others, I differ from what they call Normal, Healthy. I am Anorexia, and all of it's symptoms, its' weights, it's responsibilities and rules, the terms and regulations; I am suddenly nothing, but a statistic.



How can an entire life; and entire person, for that matter, be changed so definitely and completely, in the split second of a thought stumbled upon accidentally? No, no it can't be right. Perhaps something else.



So I will continue on, through my day; the endless rhythm I am defined by. I wake, eyes crinkled, face creased with the folds of the pillow, the tosses and turns of a disturbed, dreamless sleep, prepare the corners of my body, pack my school bag and pack my thoughts; all folded neatly, and contained, in the bag and the mind that I prepare to take to school. Zipped, and sealed, carefully placed, careful so that none of the delicate belongings I cling to will spill out, vulnerable to the rest of the world. Most precious belongings shoved to the bottom of my bag, just as the most fragile of my thoughts are buried beneath those layers and layers of others.



It is an unspoken rule; one I have known and acknowledged since I learnt the difference between thoughts spoken aloud, and thoughts kept inside. Those that are vulnerable, should be kept inside; deep, deep inside. Those that are accepted, should be spoken out loud.



There wasn't a single day I realised I was, had become, or had always been perhaps, 'Anorexic'.
I am forever realising it again and again.
The lovely distortions I see reflected in the mirror.
The pale of my once olive skin, the fading of my once pink cheeks.
The dull of my hair, and eventually, what I will come to terms with; the loss of my hair.
The ridiculous way my body will grow hair over my smooth skin to keep warm when I am forever trembling, but have not the strength nor the nutrition to keep the hair on my head.
The blue of my nails, of my fingers.
The blood I will spit in the sink, the weak cough that will lead to this frail body buckled, trembling under the force of something that had begun as small as a cough.
The tears I haven't the strength to cry.
The cold, that will keep by my side through thick and thin, through winter and summer.
The days and nights spent hating myself.
Wishing for sweet release, for escape. For death.



And yet here I am; spidery thin fingers whirling across these keys, sipping iced water, unflinching, unmoved.
I know all this.
Hair pushed back, limp and thin. Cut short, because I couldn't bear to see such long, beautiful hair lose its' shine with every day
I continued living.
Nails cut short, because the less I have, the less there is to look after.
I know, I know.
I am the prettiest contradiction; a girl lost in a world she hates, and enveloped in an obsession she ridicules.
Perhaps it was the day I cried, a sweet, ripe age, perhaps maybe seven at the most, for hours in my room, such bitter, mean words spat at me from the cold lips of my father. Lazy, fat, slob, all of it. Or perhaps it was the day I stood, shivering in my underwear, in front of my new full length mirror, years afterward; the tremendously fragile age of fourteen, those same words stirring in my own mind, from my own, pink, naive, lips.
Perhaps, perhaps. Is there any one day I decided to diet, to begin that never ending diet?
Is there any consolation in the swelling of pride I so willingly become enveloped by, each time my jeans slide down my hips a little further, a little easier; each time I return to the clothes store, a size smaller? Did I sell my soul for a size zero pair of denim jeans?
The blood that runs through my veins is tainted, it has been poisoned with something I cannot live with, yet somehow cannot live without.
There are those who will not recover, there are those who do not want to recover.
Those souls who have sworn themselves to the lovely Goddess, Ana.
Those, who know nothing of themselves, but of what they cannot eat, what they cannot drink.
Deprivation becomes everything, in a world where indulgence is for the weak, dependence is for the damned.
We don't need food, they will whisper proudly, in the dark of the night.
We need nothing but air, and water.
And when that heavy feeling floods their stomach with each sip of water, they will whimper, realising again and again that they need to be empty, to be pure. Suddenly, water becomes poison.
A diet of 200 calories which turned into 100 calories, only then to slowly slide to zero calories, is somehow more than a diet, more than a phase. A lifestyle, perhaps.



I won't lose myself, I whisper, in the dead of the night, over and over again.
Repeat.
I, will not, lose myself.



Recovery is dangerous.
Recovery can pull you from the depths, and bring you back to life. But if gone about the wrong way, Recovery can simply bring you above the surface, give you a gasp of that sweet, full air, then throw you over the edge of the cliff, and watch you plunge deeper than ever before, into the icy cold waters of Anorexia.
Recovery needs to be planned, to be measured, to be precise.
We fear venturing to the kitchen for a sandwich, because we are terrified we will devour the entire cupboard.
Those of us who have tried recovery, tried again and again, have lost hope, and found hope again... Those of us who are
still to try again, I have hope for.
But for now, this is what we've got, this is all we've got.
We are okay, because we need to be okay... Because if we're not okay, then what have we got?
There isn't a day I can pinpoint when I became the property of Anorexia. There isn't a day that I'm even completely sure, that I am.
Nothing is certain in life; nothing is certain in Anorexia.
Perhaps what I fear is that I will wake in the morning, for this to all have been a diet; simply, a diet. To have lost so much, to a diet.
Though again; perhaps what I fear the most, is that I will wake, and realise entirely... That this is not a diet, at all. And I will fall, completely hopeless, faithless... To the certainty, of such a realisation.



We float in the uncertainty, waiting for a better tomorrow. For a stronger today.
We float about... And for the moment, the most important thing is, that we are here".






To the sweet soul who wrote this, you're defined not by your disease but by your friendship. You've found strength in the face of weakness to fight through until tomorrow. And tomorrow again.


I hope to share many, many more tomorrows with you.

                                                                       -Barry

Anyone For A Little Personal Video Q&A?

 I've been thinking of what to talk about for my next video post. (It's amazing how fast you can go through a page of writing when talking!) A blogging friend and I were chatting about this today and came up with an idea.

  If you have a question you'd like me to answer, leave it here as a comment or drop me a line at barrysquotations(at)gmail(dot)com. I'll select some I receive and answer by video, whatever remains I'll answer by e-mail. I'm looking for something more in-depth than "what's your favourite colour?", so use your imagination.

 Hope to hear from you.

Photo credit here.

If You're Reading This I'd Like To Hear From You

Hi. No matter who you are or where you're from, please don't leave without telling all of us who you are and what your blog's about.  Let's blitz this post with comments from as many people as possible!

Feeling This

Thanks so much Dolly Daydeam for introducing me to her music!

If...

If you want to make a difference don't move mountains.  Move people.

A Few Of My Favourite Things

writing
trying to make a difference
massages
sad love songs
snuggling
driving fast on an open road
making love first thing in the morning
the sound of a piano
an unexpected wink or smile
a purring cat in my lap
driving fast on an open road
kicking leaves on a Fall walk
children's laughter
the smell of old books
sharing secrets
trust
thank you's
deep kisses
hot baths
sleeping in
the smell of the garden after a summer rain
rough-housing with big dogs
family get-togethers
fireplaces
my studio
travelling
suntanning
the smell of Sandy's hair after a shower
Psychology books
lazy weekends
loud concerts
the smell of a nice perfume
anything eloquently written
a warm bed
latte
listening to girl talk
a warm bed
nights out with friends
something in the mail from a blogging friend
the girls of summer
the smell of a blown-out candle
thunderstorms
e-mail
Paris
chocolate, chocolate and chocolate
a baby's eyes
the beach
listening to a person talk about something they're passionate about
the theatre
watching football with Sandy
impressionist art
sports cars
French
Spanish
honesty
doing something that makes me nervous but allows me to grow
being warm inside with nowhere to go on a snowy day
freshly-baked anything
re-uniting with old friends
drives in the country
Latin dance
discovering myself through others


Hope you're all having a great weekend!

x

Guest Photo Feature No. 7

Just a reminder that I'm taking submissions for random photo features on my blog, see here for more info. I hope you'll participate!


Today's entry comes from Shannon at Tattoos and Cupcakes. Shannon cares for animals at a veterinarian hospital and has recently welcomed a tiny addition, Meeko, to her family. Drop by her blog and say hi sometime.


In her words:

"Photography, while not my day job, is one of my passions. I'm hardly ever seen without my camera in my hand. I don't proclaim to be a professional photographer, but what sets me apart from most is the fact that I don't use an expensive camera. I use my Canon Powershot, just an average digital camera. I believe I was given a gift, and while I may not be able to afford all of the bells and whistles right now to truly shine, no one can take away my 'photographer's eye'.  Sometimes I do get to places just when God's ready to have somebody click the shutter."

Thanks so much for your photos Shannon.  Anyone else?

Footprints

  My life was touched by another today. A broken soul, lost in darkness. Yet I saw so much more; determination, passion, hope. Amazing isn’t it, how we can be surrounded by caring hearts yet sometimes feel so alone. But can we ever truly be broken, if still holding hope that tomorrow may bring with it even the slightest chance of healing?

  The intense emotion of these internal battles, with angels and demons pit against one another is unsettling, yet exhilarating. Emotions of others wash over me as water over rock, and if in so doing they erode me they also polish and refine my edges. The tide of despondence is almost relentless, yet every wave brings with it for me a new experience, a new piece of life. With this too comes guilt for taking interest in the pain of others, but paradoxically allows greater understanding and ultimately strength to walk beside them. The darkness is captivating. I’m drawn not because I wish to see it consume, but because it’s so often accompanied by light. This I’ve found unwavering. As much as we may feel so, none of us truly will find contentment forever bathed in shadows.

  We don’t stand alone uninfluenced or unaffecting; every breath we take, every single heartbeat echoes in another. Each word we speak affects someone. We wear our conversations like clothes, wrapping ourselves in compassionate words, eager to keep warm and safe. If scornful they hang off us like tattered rags.

  Every woman, each man and child influences us through their presence. We give and take of ourselves as much in passing on the sidewalk as through constant interaction. Why must we feel we walk the earth weightless without leaving imprints behind? Our footprints are not always visible to our eye but they are there, and they are followed. They’re ours to make deep so that others may have a solid footing.

  My life was touched by another today. And through the manic deluge of emotion and uncertainty she allowed a glimpse of light, interspersed amongst the heaviness of her words. And I felt strangely comforted. Because where light glimmers, hope glimmers in anticipation.


Photo credit here.

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