“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.”
― Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets
Sometimes I wonder how much crossover there is between my blogs because I know some of you visit the others. Sometimes I wonder if you enjoy one more than another and why.
There is no particular reason for that other than basic curiosity.
I tend to push people towards TheJackB because it is more of the hub of my online ventures. It is also where I think most of my best writing is located.
Today I am jammed for time so I haven’t had a chance to update it yet but if I did I might write about clarity.
I am feeling unsettled and out of sorts about a few things and I am not entirely sure why. I have my suspicions but until I write them down and see them on paper I won’t be certain if I am correct about why these misgivings exist.
It doesn’t mean I can’t figure it out without writing it down because I can but there is a certain degree of clarity that comes from reading that doesn’t always arrive with thinking.
Sometimes life requires us to take a temporary detour on our way to where we really want to be going. Sometimes it is a way to bridge the gap between who you were, who you are and who you intend to become.
That is how I see this moment in time and why this post is tied into the art of making hard choices.
Daughter is away for the weekend on a school trip. Feels strange to have her be the one that is gone, hopefully she is having a great time.
Dear old dad is sitting here smiling and shaking his head because it feels like the energy has changed dramatically and possibility has returned with his friend opportunity.
Almost afraid to stop holding my breath but think I shall because this moment proves that determination, tenacity and persistence work.
I am about done with being asked to clean up the stupid messes other people cause around me. It is long past time for them to grow up and recognize what happens when I am not there to stop the bleeding.
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Sometimes I miss my apartment in Texas and all that it represented. It holds memories that will be with me for the rest of my life because it is where I figured out the answers to some significant questions.
I don’t spend as much time looking back upon it as some might think, rather I sort of look at the outside and smile.
Because it is proof to me that when I bet on myself and my goals I tend to come out ahead. Doesn’t mean that is easy or always works out in all things but on the important stuff, yeah it works pretty well.
I suppose if I were a billionaire or worth a paltry $500 million I might even consider buying it or something like it close by.
Of course if I had that kind of money it would be one of many hideaways I’d secure. Think I’ll make a note to start working on that.
Stared at the Sunday Evening post while listening to Mike and The Mechanics sing The Living Years and got lost in a moment.
Thought about the I Had A Dream post I wrote so many years before and got a bit choked up. Wasn’t sure exactly why I was hit by those feelings and figured I ought to grab a moment to write.
Maybe it is because I feel like I can almost see through the veil and got a sense of how much is coming and how big these changes might be.
It is a mixture of fear and anticipation. A blend of wondering just how cold the water will be and the desire to get it over with because the wonder and worrying is worse than the moment to come.
So strange to think about how much more willing I am to say I am frightened but anxious to get it over with because the only way to get beyond is to go through.
Can’t fix what is broken in some places because it shattered so long ago I couldn’t possibly find all of the pieces so I can only try to move into something new.
But new is good and I expect it to be better, might take some time for better to come but come it will.
Still haven’t said all I have to say to everyone who I want to hear it, but I am working on it.