She is unfinished.
I do not know all she needs.
(I am listening.)
May your voice be heard in its fullness, dear reader.
Update on 10/24/2024: There used to be an embedded video here of animated robots reading a Keats poem from a site called xtranormal. I made some fun videoS there when it was still around. Sadly, I didn’t download most of them so they are lost. Like so many things. ~KdL I enjoy my comfortable life…
Something I have learned recently that perhaps others have always known but is a revelation to me: I don’t have to earn love. I can say no and still be lovable. I can just be me and still be lovable. Nobody has to need me for me to be lovable. I don’t have to nurture…
Boldly erotic, fiery and courageous am I. In the flow of Life opening my mind, my heart and my legs for God to enter. Feeling the pulsating turgidity of Life, sensual, strong and soft– I yield. Surrendering to a force much greater than me. Feverishly I open allowing God to explode within me.
I suppose if my Dad loved me– if he showed he cared, I would have believed I was lovable. But he didn’t and I didn’t. And I tried to fill up that hole– spackle spackle pound pound hammer hammer. But it didn’t work. So today, I’m trying to find ways to love myself. I’m starting…