She didn’t want attention from other males.
She just wanted the bond with her mate.
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(Title of multiple meanings)
She didn’t want attention from other males.
She just wanted the bond with her mate.
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(Title of multiple meanings)
“I love him.
That’s it.
I will keep working on self regulation.”
Opportunistic a**holes
“It’s difficult to feel attractive when I do not feel right in my body.”
“The feature in my own life’s story.”
Shifting between them into different aspects of self is kind of like having different personalities.
Squeeking out efficiency for primary need procurements.
It has always been said that dark and light can find a true balance.
She didn’t even know much up to date about him, personally.
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(Title of multiple meanings)
Was she supposed to have just lept out of her car and thrown herself upon him, wrapping her arms around him warm and snug all smiling saying, “Hi Baby – I’m yours and you’re mine!”
– ???
Well, yeah – she had wanted to do that.
But they hadn’t even been introduced properly!
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Repost from October 1, 2022
“I have a computer, keyboard, and piano – but not the environmental headspace to feel that I can practice in my own home.”
Not just around joint attachments, but the actual support muscles around them yielding too much and too easily to where hips’ and shoulders’ insides flex through planes they normally wouldn’t.
Time to begin adding some counter-balancing exercises.
“How to believe in love as real or worthy?
It doesn’t need society’s approval to be valid – only consent between two mature people.”
“Do the same for Him.”
“Who loved me and stood up for me.”
“I know some of the reasons why.
But we need a solution(s) – that we can both trust and feel secure about.”
“A dream we share.”
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“Has made it harder to save to playlists.
I won’t go into the details, but I wanted to throw my phone over it.”
She wasn’t a ‘control freak’ – but times like this, she rued not being one!
“How did he expect me to react?
We’d never before met in person!”
“I’m phasing again.
It’s a self protective habit when I don’t feel secure.
Like camouflaging.”
She didn’t want it the way media supported.
She needed more than just a friend or lover.
She resented being forced to make another pearl without mutual benefit.
She often found a place to just park before heading home…stretching time, listening to music, trying to orient so that the drop wouldn’t crush her.
She knew what this was…
It was the thirst, the Hunger.
Reactivated in full force after too long’s suppression.
Unmet and pounding.
God da** it!
That’s why she had avoided him in the first place!
In body tension
Spine recovers
By resting upon
Glomming sack
Releasing swelling
As strength returns
More protection
For injured back
It takes 25 years to
Raise children well
Maybe even more if
Protecting from Hell
When alone as
A single parent
“Perhaps I am entering some kind of acceleration effects on certain – and maybe many – levels.
For so long, I was just swollen and puffy no matter how I worked to reconnect and regain tonal tension.
But playing out the idea that one day it can all click, this might be shifting.”
“I must be beginning to heal because the pain is getting worse, even though I paused doing therapies.
What I mean is, my tissues are tightening in junction crossover areas, revealing more and more the experiential damage of injuries.”
Remains
To be
Seen
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Dr. Ethan Sperry, Artistic Director
Lisa Riffel, Assistant Conductor & Choir Manager
Naomi LaViolette, Accompanist
David Peterson, Producer & Editor
Stars
Music: Ēriks Ešenvalds
Lyrics: Sara Teasdale
Alone in the night
On a dark hill
With pines around me
Spicy and still
And a heaven full of stars
Over my head
White and topaz
And misty red;
Myriads with beating
Hearts of fire
The aeons
Cannot vex or tire;
Up the dome of heaven
Like a great hill
I watch them marching
Stately and still
And I know that I
Am honored to be
Witness
Of so much majesty
“I know the way that it goes…”
She’d been fighting off the crone since the moment she’d been abandoned in her fourties.
It had jeered at her in stark contrast to her youth’s vitality, attempting to hard-interfere with her plans to remarry.
Then all of that fell apart and the accident pushed her hard onto another track – which she’d been striving toward, anyway.
But as she applied makeup to her war-torn fascial contours and saw how the ravages of pain’s suffering tried to mold and reshape her to their designations, a peace began calming.
Maybe that bitch had had her reasons.
Maybe she’d been trying to ensure she’d meet the right man, in the right season.