This is why I wrote you poetry
and sprinkled your chest with rose petals.
This is why I kissed you in public.
This is why I made time to meet your parents.
This is why I listened.
This is also why I left.
As I learn to fill my own cup, I realize why it was so empty.
Sometimes I wish I was on my horse and sometimes I wish I was anywhere but here
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Alone with an Untold Story Today’s randomly chosen word is aloneĀ and comes from The Complete Collected Poems of Maya Angelou. Ā It’s interestingĀ that my random process brought this word because, despite being surrounded by people I had a false sense of feeling alone this morning, ofĀ feeling like nobody cares about me or that I have to…
I got my hair cut. Short. This was hair 1.0. It’s even shorter and blonder now. Things are shifting rapidly. This has set off a chain of events in my life. New attitude. New sense of myself. New focus on being in my own skin. Less hiding my face, my feelings, my…self. More strength (odd,…
I have discovered that loving people and fixing them are two very different things. I am so happy to have had this realization.
I’m reading “The Red Book” by Sera Beak. which is basically a book about spirituality written for young women of our time. It’s fab. She calls herself a “Spiritual Cowgirl” and much of what she writes reminds me of my own thoughts/feelings/musings about spirituality. It led me to ponder mySELF today. The me that is…
you have chosen to flirt with or get into relationships with friends or lovers who were restless, in transition or unavailable because you were (now that you know this, you’ll make different choices. this is good. you’re doing great.)