O woman of soft heart and wild vibrations, I feel for you. It is oft that my nature is one of cold hardness which seems soul lacking, but that is my armor and I wear it well. I do feel for you and your circumstances and my heart does go out to you. In your shoes I have walked and learned many lessons along the way in regard to males. However, my foundation began long before my era of male/female relations. Do not think that I do not hurt or cry over events that have transpired. I have and I do. Do not think that my heart has not been torn as it has, but I can turn self. You see each lash upon my heart takes something away and creates a modification of behavior that suits me with an added thickness so that penetration THERE cannot occur again. When and if the heart is completely covered, it is as though it does not exist. This extent has only occurred twice for me to which there came the ice and the uncaring nature of my beast that did not cry and did not care. The love is still be there, but it morphed into stories that I will remember for all time: stories that added to my fiber to shed light on others in the form of awareness of SELF.
There is a beauty in love with the ups and downs of it all. The wider one’s shoulders are, the easier it is to bear it and to create from it.
I do love him with all my heart, but I love myself too. Perhaps that is the secret of my success if it can be called that. I do not refer to success in the art of love, I refer to success in the art of life. I need not of another to be fulfilled as I have fulfilled self. Loving another just enhances life and allows for a sharing experience. ~ Maggie ~ January 15, 2009 @ 6:01 p.m.
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