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To be free …
When you choose love, align with love, and act in love, you lose your need to control anything. You are free.… More
Dear Friends …
I can’t always see the sun. Most of the time, I can feel it even when I can’t see it. But when I can neither see nor feel the sun, I still KNOW it’s shining. There is peace in that knowing. Unwavering peace.
Let’s embrace that … not so we can simply know peace. I want more than that. I want to feel alive and engaged. I want to be passionate about my existence and what I make of it. And without that, I don’t really experience TRUE peace.
Let’s live like the sun is out! Let’s live like we are the sun! Because we are.
Love and hugs,… More
For more and better sex, cut the …
It’s hard enough not to personalize rejection, but sexual rejection is by nature deeply personal.
When you want to have sex with somebody who’s not interested, it can hurt to the core … especially when they choose to have sex with somebody else. And the pain may be more prevalent with married people than single.
When you’re married, it’s about more than sex. You’ve already committed to one person, the very one who’s rejecting you. As a single person, let’s be honest, you may have been more hungry for sex than intimacy; and you’re free to eat elsewhere.
When we’ve shared our most private physical parts (or tried to) with somebody who just looks the other way, it can feel like we just got sucker punched. After all, before we laid ourselves out there (maybe emotionally as well), we thought we had some reason to believe that the other party was game. And even if we were more interested in meeting a physical need than an emotional one, we feel rejected. It’s personal; and it’s painful.
It’s not about the color of your shirt or your taste in wallpaper. Hey, you could change those.
Your sexual desires are biological; and your sexuality is rooted in beliefs, often the ones you took on as a child without even realizing it.… More
My Mom …
My mom is now in a nursing home. And with three sisters who oppose my taking her home with me, I can’t.
She reminds me that while growing up I was her little buddy. I was the one who went to church with her every Wednesday night, stayed home from school and cleaned house with her, read aloud to her the stories she wrote. We were too much the same not to be close. But we inevitably blossomed into two different flowers. I started paying somebody else to clean my house when I was in my 20s. I grew much more spiritual, but less religious. And I was compelled to share my evolution, even my misgivings, with Mom. To leave my truth unspoken would have grown distance, rather than love.
And I am forever grateful that I didn’t let our relationship turn pseudo. And, each time I visit Mom, I am immeasurably grateful that she knows my home, and anything else I have, is hers.
When we choose to do what we believe is right, we can be at peace, regardless of the outcome. … More
When we shine a light on our fear, only love remains …
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