Category: A Return To Innocence

Must ever have a home in our hearts.

“If humans were created ‘in God”s image,’ then doesn’t it stand to reason that natural and healthy patterns of raising our own offspring reflect what he designed for us to mature into as adults by being our ‘parent?'”

“If ‘God’ ‘Is’ a Good ‘parent,’ do you really think that ‘He’ wants us to stay dependent upon ‘Him?’

Separating core truths from once necessary prior encasements is like threshing mature wheat stalks to claim vital seeds that we must plant in their purity to best nourish our future generations.

“A new command I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another.”

https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=John%2013%3A34-35&version=NIV

“I do not know for sure about ‘God’s’ existence.

But I do know that Love exists as pure Good intension’s essence.

And when humans embody love and share it’s nourishment, people heal and flourish – and the whole world can heal and flourish by Love’s beneficience, creating ‘Paradise on Earth’ as ‘God’ has ‘promised.’

In this way, it can be seen that ‘God’s Will’ can ‘work through us’ by our ‘Right’ actions in truely loving one another.

Now, I do not feel comfortable at all with the thought of allowing some ‘entity’ to come and go inside my body at any time just ‘willy-nilly’ as religion preaches that people should open up to allow ‘God’ to do.

Feels a bit too much like allowing some kind of ‘possession!’

But Love, itself…ah, Love…

This is something that will always have a home inside of my mind, soul, and body.

And perhaps, this is the real take home message for humans.

Let Love live inside of us and grow between us.

This, in essence, is true Goodness.”

While dance music often can appeal to younger generations, I find it disconcerting that there is so much “youth first and only” orientation – focusing upon encouraging them to walk away from morals and family values while excluding older generations that may be full of even more “hip” because they’ve weathered storms of life and have actually earned the joy of such music.

“This is me!”

And

“This is me!”

And

“This is me!”

So I can look back

And try to not forget

Or suppress myself again

Before fully identifying.

I have a bawdy, deep-gutteral sort of laugh at times which has been earned from enduring unnatural torments.

“Feck!

Don’t lecture me about what words I should or should not be choosing and using.

I greet them when they come to me!”

“Elderbrook’s all over my stuff, maannn…!”

We saw an older friend during our travels, and then I dreamed of him later speaking with me at a party.

As he put his arms around me in the dream, he said to me quietly so no one else could hear: “You are no longer attached to him.”

Then he looked at me to see if I understood his meaning, and I realized that I no longer needed to carry the past’s responsibilities.

She also keeps rare gems of  her memories.

But these are moments where love had been.

Its time to upgrade this “f***fest!”

Today, I received words that let me know my once greatest love remembered when we first began our path together, unified.

The construction behind our house has been messing with my nervous system by produced vibrations.

However, stepping out into the already too-brisk, cridp-dank and overcast day air to clean backyard dog poo, it lifted my spirits in joining laughter to hear something go *boom!* as it was tossed down onto the ground – then immediately followed by a worker cackling happily at the noise’s result.

They are out there playing around with nail guns, keeping time to Mexican music, whistling at odd times and hammering at varied time signatures against or with each other – just generally making a community party of it.

Omg: one even called out an “Ai-Ai-eee!”

Ah-hahahahaha!

F- yeah!

Time and entropy wear away at our deliberate denial of opportuniity.

At some point, we must relent and embrace love wholeheartedly.

As I snugged squinchy hair ties onto a bottle to keep them restrained, one straight black one kept slipping off to my irritation.

Then I realized that I could give it to our tiger – and that he would love to have a fresh one to play with.

But then I remembered, he is no longer here with us, alive, for about a month now.

We called him “squinch” as one of his nicknames because he would love to slide his body sideways along the floor, dragging forward by claws in catpet in sideways scooching, when he was being “naughty.”

Then, he would look up at us with playful, half-lidded eyes and flip around with his tail twitching as he meowed for us to scritch-pet and praise him for his being so funny.

Moments of refined finesse and grace.

A romantic woman will go through fire to find and keep intimacy and friendship.

She just needs her partner to be their gatekeeper that bars outside influences to keep them both safe and secure.

Starlight between overhanging trees, owls low-hooting among the leaves, and coyotes calling at distance.

A New Friend.

The quest for it becomes easier if one turns inward to seek it.

We cannot change that we were diverted from our true paths, but we can find our ways back home.