Sunday’s Confession:
I have drawn much criticism and
have felt abandoned by some who once promised they would always be there for
me, yet I learned my own strength, my drive. My need to always want warm
weather, bottles of perfume, music floating from every room, and the safeness
of that one person to call my own, and snuggle up to, separates me from the
norm. It leaves the indelible line drawn in the sand, with myself on one side,
and everyone else on the other. I
believe in falling in love...I believed it at fifteen, as I still believe it at
52. I tend to find myself, once again, explaining my beliefs, my notations on
what my life should be, and, exactly what it should be rid of, once and for
all. It is the ‘once and for all” I still struggle with, as small bothersome
thoughts creep in from around some crazy little corner of my mind. I think
brokenness still bleeds a bit, even when we think we have gotten past the haunt
of it. This is the reason nature grows roses, perfect and beautiful.... so that
once again, we can begin to believe in the good of it all. This is why they
fill my gardens, to teach me to once again believe in something, in someone....go
out and find what you believe in, the things that make you smile past the pain,
of something, or someone, of a moment in time you wish you could simply forget....
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