Yesterday, in a therapy group, one of the members expressed a wish to anticipate feelings, in order to prepare for them.
I suggested, in that group, that it might be helpful to be more in the moment, rather than focusing on the future and what might be.
As I might have anticipated, I had mixed feelings about challenging other people’s feelings about what might help them.
Personally, I’ve been anticipating my own future feelings when I attend the Open Audition for “The Voice” on February 21, in Philadelphia. I’ve been anticipating that I’ll feel
- and more …
… no matter what the outcome.
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Ladies, take your man out on a date!
Now before you go frowning up at the suggestion, PLEASE note that these recommendations are for Wives only. Not girlfriends, live in chicks, fiancés or any other status not yet bound by legal matrimony!
I would never recommend a woman doing what a man should rightfully be doing for you! He should understand your value, worth and consider working on making you his “Good Thing”! (Proverbs 18:22) The courting process should never be an option!
Ok, now that I got that out the way, back to the Wives….
Before you comment to my blog with that “What you talkin bout Willis” tone, let me explain…..
My husband and I have been together for nearly a decade. I can count on one hand how many “Just Because” dates we went out on that were actually initiated by him over the course of that…
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The Orbital Multitudes—arrived above Calimesa City—lighting a sky—once dark—for one hundred years—often gray—often starless—often filled with falling dust—black soot—oil rain—and prime—with grime. The Galileo folk—talked of these things—long before ‘these things’—arrived. Priest-speak—praise reek—the beginning of ends—beginning again—along with those street whisperers—truth—less dares and single cares. Before a million days’ past—present days and moment ways—had once multitudes—filled sky—before changing way—circles found—round—older time—than now and here—to hear and see—another dot of light—fill—with winter sun—and less—night long…
And! There is night long rights—when moving creatures—tree merge—in pale moon—light scatter—along mist ridges—or bridges—‘cross valley tucked down—so far—not to be—to see—in silhouette’s’ shadows’ rhyme—without day count—or time. The water’s edge and skies of blue and pink and red and orange and yellow—as earth spin sets sunlight to softness and twinkles of sky-lighted-canvas—sheets the blue-gray into darkness—and stars light —the sailor’s way along the caverns—of space and place and—the race of time. Still! We all cross…
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Eons ago, Owen-t nominated me for the 3 Day Quote Challenge. Since I was caught up with the hustle and bustle of the holiday season, I only get to check gazillions of notifications recently.
I know most of you are not really fond of challenges, nominations and the like. So I’m including this one in one of my categories. Feel free to join the fun if you want.
From the brilliant mind of Eduardo Galeano:
Image source: Frontpage Mag
“Each person shines with his or her own light. No two flames are alike. There are big flames and little flames, flames of every color. Some people’s flames are so still they don’t even flicker in the wind, while others have wild flames that fill the air with sparks. Some foolish flames neither burn nor shed light, but others blaze with life so fiercely that you can’t look at them…
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in the event that I ever hit it
and I’m talking big enough
that people know my name
that they remember my poesy
anyone claiming to have
ever carried on either
or on-and-off relations
with this broken human
well, if this ever happens
tell them “a good day to you”
and send them packing
my final liaison(s) are
included within my pages