I'm here. Wanna come visit Sweden with me? I haven't been for years and it's so close by to me now, visible from the water's edge - its the closest thing on my horizon :-)
Takes you to Sweden. Europe is so wonderfully easy to travel through by road. London city through the channel tunnel, through France, Belgium, Holland, Germany, Denmark (over 2 bridges) and over the bridge to Sweden will take you just 16+ hours (bearing in mind there are no speed limits on the German autobahn). South has always been easy. I think, I may go to Oslo for Christmas - see if I have magically & miraculously become better at skiing since the last time, I tried it :-) - was a sight!
I haven't been for about 15 years, Christa - you don't recommend reacquainting myself with this country then :-) I've recently moved to Copenhagen, which is pretty compact and am dreaming of wide open spaces, hiking in the forest, picnics by the lake, getting lost in the wilderness (temporarily).
Give me my best friend and hell would seem like heaven. Send me alone and even the most beautiful places are lacking. I'll take an ear that listens over a pristine lake, a warm heartfelt embrace over the most majestic mountains, a sparkle in the eye over the seductive beaches in the south.
Running on love. Because love is sometimes difficult to see, sometimes our tank is running on empty and we don't even know it. Life seems hard, harder than it should be and we don't know why. Running on empty. Sometimes even the most gorgeous sunset fails to impress, running on empty. Sometimes the wonder of the pure white driven snow goes beyond our notice, running on empty.
I would go to Sweden not to see Sweden but to see my love in Sweden. I'm weary of running on empty and I long for the simple touch of love, the simple look that says I want you and no other, the simple whisper that pulls my cheeks upward into a smile.
Now where is that filling station, my tank is getting low--lol. ;-)
Thanks A. I'm tempted to rewrite this piece purely from a literary point of view. I like it as a first draft, but there is so much more I could say to tighten it up a bit. Of course, when you are just typing off the cuff, like most all of our comments are, this is kinda what you get.
I appreciate your kind words very much. I will be okay for I know for every valley there is a hill and vice-versa. Without the low times how would be come to appreciate the good ones. Most important, I must personify the pain in the form of a teacher and ask myself over and over again to share with me the lesson this "teacher" has come to deliver. I must see the lesson as a gift and embrace the gift as a most valued jewel--a jewel that moves me forward in my own personal growth.
So I'm asking the question tonight and tomorrow and the next day, share with me teacher, share with me the wisdom you bring.
To visit is one thing, Autumn...but to live there is different I guess. I only visit these days and can't wait to get away even though I still have my family over there.
It's all about the attitude and I can't handle that anymore. Been living outside the country for way too long.
& others like myself just b*tch and moan, so the student becomes the teacher :-) in as much as I admire, how you are able to shine such a positive light on these moments of challenge at the time of their occurance. Don't tweak what you wrote :-) - sometimes it's when we write like this that the best stuff comes out, or at least the most honest and real. (That post of mine, I mentioned (laundry) was written at top speed and published without proof-reading - hence the many mistakes.)
I've lived in so many places, nowhere ever seems like home. So, you are not a sufferer of home sickness ;-). I see this with my mother too, so can sort of understand - she hates Denmark (she is danish of course) after having lived in the UK for most of 30 years. Once again, like yourself, it is also the attitude she no longer can handle/understand.
Nopes...not homesick at all. The only time I miss it would be midsummereve, but that's more the tradition I'm missing, not the country. And of course my son who is still living over there...that left a big empty space.
And I can relate to not being "at home" anywhere...had too many "homes" in too many countries and I have so many cultures these day that I think I can merge them and start my own country... :p
And Trée, things will change for the better...there are no battles without some sort of reward in the end, and no matter what you have to go through before that, the reward will be yours and it will be so much better because of the things you had to go through to get it.
Leigh, a beautiful touch from across the pond. You are several thousands miles away, yet my heart responds to your kind words and the kindness of your soul to send them my way. Running on love, what more do we need?
As I listen closely to my teacher at hand, I hear the faint whisper of a voice heard long ago. Like the gentle caress of a mother's caring hand over her feverish child's forehead, the lesson washes over me with a cool comfort. The whisper comes in waves, gently lapping at the edges of my consciousness, neither rushing in nor going away. Like the steady rain on a warm spring afternoon, the whisper grows with a wonderful melodic chorus of persuasive angelic intent. Let it be. Search for your resistance and let it be.
The first step is always the same. Recognize the point of internal resistance. Bring your awareness to that which is seeking acceptance and that upon which you most reject and resist. Where is the resistance? Where is that singular point? Can you see it? Can you feel it? Can you embrace it without judgment, without criticism, without agenda? Let your focus melt the resistance to what is with it's gentle awareness as the rising sun slowly burns away the morning fog.
Resistance fuels the pain like the warms waters of the gulf fuel a hurricane. Remove that resistance and embrace the rough edges of experience. Allow those rough edges to lightly and lovingly sand smooth the edge of your knife, to sharpen your humility, your compassion, your capacity to love.
All I can say is thank God my english teacher isn't reading this. I don't think I've ever mixed so many metaphors in such a small space before--I think I just set my own new personal record.
Not terribly sure I understand the whole of the comment text here, but one thing stands out boldly to me: I would go to Sweden not to see Sweden but to see my love in Sweden.
For a few weeks, I've been searching for the "definition" of Love. I had it once. I remember it well. I cannot figure out how to express it. I think that statement pretty much hits it on the head. I believe love lasts longest when two people have the same view or perspective, (or is it expectations), of love. Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe it's just co-dependence that keeps people together. I feel a post coming on.
Anna, the photographer's name is in the lower left corner of the picture. This shot is actually three pictures merged into one. I thought he did a great job with the merging.
A visit from my teacher, my mentor again last night for lesson two: Compassion.
Lesson one was to drop the resistance to "what is." Dropping resistance and surrender are not the same thing. We don't give up or not fight to make changes, we simply stop denying reality. Without clear acceptance of "what is" it becomes impossible to move forward.
Lesson two is to embrace oneself with self-compassion--not an easy thing, at least for me, to do. My behavioral profile classifies me as a High "C" type and one of the characteristics of this profile is to be critical of both others and myself. I know myself well enough to know no one is ever harder on me than me. It took a long time for me to understand my lack of compassion for myself was holding me back and keeping me from growing.
My breakthough on this matter came one night several years ago. I was lying in bed and the image of myself as a seven or eight year old child appeared in my mind's eye. I felt as if I could reach out and touch this image it seemed so real. Again, in my mind's eye, I embrace that young child with unconditional love. My 40 year old self, embraced my 8 year old self and we had a wonderful conversation of love, comfort, caring, support and compassion. I made sure that young man knew I would always be there for him, I would never abandon him no matter the circumstances, that my love was without limit and without condition.
When this image occured I cannot explain the incredible lightness of being that came over me. I felt as if a missing puzzle piece had finally been found. From that point forward, when things go wrong, I've learned to bring my awareness back to the image of that night, to that image of me as a young child being embraced by me as an adult, and knowing I am always here with my arms extended and my heart overflowing with compassion, without judgment, without criticism, without denial, just openness and love.
Okay class, it's time for recess. Let's go play! ;-)
Perhaps we will receive another visit from our teacher again today, tonight or tomorrow. If so, I'll let you know what he said.
Oh, he's there knocking on our door bearing gifts. Most of us never answer that call out of fear and therefore never recieve. Just listen for the knock, then answer the door. ;-)
Yes, that's it. What would the physical passions be without the imagination? Mere exercise I would say. Y, you are more woman than most know. But I know--lol--now go get those black garters. Snap, snap . . .LMAO ;-)
Rub the belly, rub the belly. Make me purr. Guess I'm gonna have to post my lion pic. Mmm, and I was really looking forward to my first celebrity fliration with Maggie Cheung. lol
Lion pic or Maggie, lion pic or Maggie. Tough choice but I'm leaning toward Maggie. ;-)
I had really pushy preachers at the door yesterday, who told me I was sinful and a shameful for not instantly joining their group - so my luck has got to be up, right..
Good thing I could laugh at it - really it was quite a nasty thing to say! :-) 'god wannabes' - I'll make sure I find some opportunity to use that expression in future lol
I've never been able to reconcile the concept of pain with the concept of God. Yes, I've read all the learned works on this question, but none of them satisfy my need to understand needless and innoncent suffering and death. Perhaps when I die, God will slap my face and tell me what an ignorant slut I was. Till then, I'm all ears.
I felt like slapping someone else's face, when they insisted, these things (were discussing one story in the news in particular) must be for sins commited in a previous life.
Perhaps you need to advertise our cause... what is our cause? :-) Colouring the language, finding a common language, developing the individual's vocab, what?
Our cause is the unadulterated expression of pure joy as expressed through the english language especially by the female of the species. That, to me, is the essence of Abso-f***ing-lutely!
Say it again dear and I will melt in your arms. lol
So thoughtful my darlin. My dear Mario is calling my name to comfort him in his slumber. Have an Abso-f***ing-lutely Fan-f***ing-tastic day my dear, ;-)
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Abso-f***ing-lutely!
I thought that pic might bring out the "wildness in your soul." Catch me if you can. ;-)
You go on ahead, I'll be along in a minute.
Don't wait too long. :-)
I'm here.
Wanna come visit Sweden with me? I haven't been for years and it's so close by to me now, visible from the water's edge - its the closest thing on my horizon :-)
Never been to Sweden but would love to go. I take it the bridge either takes you to Sweden or is in Sweden?
Takes you to Sweden.
Europe is so wonderfully easy to travel through by road. London city through the channel tunnel, through France, Belgium, Holland, Germany, Denmark (over 2 bridges) and over the bridge to Sweden will take you just 16+ hours (bearing in mind there are no speed limits on the German autobahn). South has always been easy. I think, I may go to Oslo for Christmas - see if I have magically & miraculously become better at skiing since the last time, I tried it :-) - was a sight!
Look at me - I've only been here a few weeks and I keep daydreaming about going away!
Must be the fact I am sitting here working on a Sunday night!
Oh my...you like Sweden, Autumn?
To me, the best thing with that place is that you can leave it again.. ;)
I haven't been for about 15 years, Christa - you don't recommend reacquainting myself with this country then :-)
I've recently moved to Copenhagen, which is pretty compact and am dreaming of wide open spaces, hiking in the forest, picnics by the lake, getting lost in the wilderness (temporarily).
Give me my best friend and hell would seem like heaven. Send me alone and even the most beautiful places are lacking. I'll take an ear that listens over a pristine lake, a warm heartfelt embrace over the most majestic mountains, a sparkle in the eye over the seductive beaches in the south.
Running on love. Because love is sometimes difficult to see, sometimes our tank is running on empty and we don't even know it. Life seems hard, harder than it should be and we don't know why. Running on empty. Sometimes even the most gorgeous sunset fails to impress, running on empty. Sometimes the wonder of the pure white driven snow goes beyond our notice, running on empty.
I would go to Sweden not to see Sweden but to see my love in Sweden. I'm weary of running on empty and I long for the simple touch of love, the simple look that says I want you and no other, the simple whisper that pulls my cheeks upward into a smile.
Now where is that filling station, my tank is getting low--lol. ;-)
Sad words, beautifully written.
Thanks A. I'm tempted to rewrite this piece purely from a literary point of view. I like it as a first draft, but there is so much more I could say to tighten it up a bit. Of course, when you are just typing off the cuff, like most all of our comments are, this is kinda what you get.
I appreciate your kind words very much. I will be okay for I know for every valley there is a hill and vice-versa. Without the low times how would be come to appreciate the good ones. Most important, I must personify the pain in the form of a teacher and ask myself over and over again to share with me the lesson this "teacher" has come to deliver. I must see the lesson as a gift and embrace the gift as a most valued jewel--a jewel that moves me forward in my own personal growth.
So I'm asking the question tonight and tomorrow and the next day, share with me teacher, share with me the wisdom you bring.
To visit is one thing, Autumn...but to live there is different I guess. I only visit these days and can't wait to get away even though I still have my family over there.
It's all about the attitude and I can't handle that anymore. Been living outside the country for way too long.
& others like myself just b*tch and moan, so the student becomes the teacher :-) in as much as I admire, how you are able to shine such a positive light on these moments of challenge at the time of their occurance.
Don't tweak what you wrote :-) - sometimes it's when we write like this that the best stuff comes out, or at least the most honest and real. (That post of mine, I mentioned (laundry) was written at top speed and published without proof-reading - hence the many mistakes.)
I've lived in so many places, nowhere ever seems like home.
So, you are not a sufferer of home sickness ;-).
I see this with my mother too, so can sort of understand - she hates Denmark (she is danish of course) after having lived in the UK for most of 30 years. Once again, like yourself, it is also the attitude she no longer can handle/understand.
Nopes...not homesick at all. The only time I miss it would be midsummereve, but that's more the tradition I'm missing, not the country.
And of course my son who is still living over there...that left a big empty space.
And I can relate to not being "at home" anywhere...had too many "homes" in too many countries and I have so many cultures these day that I think I can merge them and start my own country... :p
And Trée, things will change for the better...there are no battles without some sort of reward in the end, and no matter what you have to go through before that, the reward will be yours and it will be so much better because of the things you had to go through to get it.
Not sure if I make any sense...but I hope so :)
Christa, perfect cents with some change to spare. ;-)
That's good...coz that's the only 2 cents I have ;)
I could add my two euros worth, but the exchange wouldn't work out at two cents - So I'll just say this:
You write very nicely ;-)
Leigh, a beautiful touch from across the pond. You are several thousands miles away, yet my heart responds to your kind words and the kindness of your soul to send them my way. Running on love, what more do we need?
As I listen closely to my teacher at hand, I hear the faint whisper of a voice heard long ago. Like the gentle caress of a mother's caring hand over her feverish child's forehead, the lesson washes over me with a cool comfort. The whisper comes in waves, gently lapping at the edges of my consciousness, neither rushing in nor going away. Like the steady rain on a warm spring afternoon, the whisper grows with a wonderful melodic chorus of persuasive angelic intent. Let it be. Search for your resistance and let it be.
The first step is always the same. Recognize the point of internal resistance. Bring your awareness to that which is seeking acceptance and that upon which you most reject and resist. Where is the resistance? Where is that singular point? Can you see it? Can you feel it? Can you embrace it without judgment, without criticism, without agenda? Let your focus melt the resistance to what is with it's gentle awareness as the rising sun slowly burns away the morning fog.
Resistance fuels the pain like the warms waters of the gulf fuel a hurricane. Remove that resistance and embrace the rough edges of experience. Allow those rough edges to lightly and lovingly sand smooth the edge of your knife, to sharpen your humility, your compassion, your capacity to love.
All I can say is thank God my english teacher isn't reading this. I don't think I've ever mixed so many metaphors in such a small space before--I think I just set my own new personal record.
Okay class, lesson two tomorrow. Off you go. ;-)
Too many metaphors - is there really such a thing. :-)
LOVE that photo. I'm the one in the middle.
Not terribly sure I understand the whole of the comment text here, but one thing stands out boldly to me:
I would go to Sweden not to see Sweden but to see my love in Sweden.
For a few weeks, I've been searching for the "definition" of Love. I had it once. I remember it well. I cannot figure out how to express it. I think that statement pretty much hits it on the head.
I believe love lasts longest when two people have the same view or perspective, (or is it expectations), of love.
Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe it's just co-dependence that keeps people together.
I feel a post coming on.
That is a great Pic. Did you take it?
Anna, the photographer's name is in the lower left corner of the picture. This shot is actually three pictures merged into one. I thought he did a great job with the merging.
Incredible photo. Thanks for sharing it!
Thanks Karen, I thought so too. ;-)
A visit from my teacher, my mentor again last night for lesson two: Compassion.
Lesson one was to drop the resistance to "what is." Dropping resistance and surrender are not the same thing. We don't give up or not fight to make changes, we simply stop denying reality. Without clear acceptance of "what is" it becomes impossible to move forward.
Lesson two is to embrace oneself with self-compassion--not an easy thing, at least for me, to do. My behavioral profile classifies me as a High "C" type and one of the characteristics of this profile is to be critical of both others and myself. I know myself well enough to know no one is ever harder on me than me. It took a long time for me to understand my lack of compassion for myself was holding me back and keeping me from growing.
My breakthough on this matter came one night several years ago. I was lying in bed and the image of myself as a seven or eight year old child appeared in my mind's eye. I felt as if I could reach out and touch this image it seemed so real. Again, in my mind's eye, I embrace that young child with unconditional love. My 40 year old self, embraced my 8 year old self and we had a wonderful conversation of love, comfort, caring, support and compassion. I made sure that young man knew I would always be there for him, I would never abandon him no matter the circumstances, that my love was without limit and without condition.
When this image occured I cannot explain the incredible lightness of being that came over me. I felt as if a missing puzzle piece had finally been found. From that point forward, when things go wrong, I've learned to bring my awareness back to the image of that night, to that image of me as a young child being embraced by me as an adult, and knowing I am always here with my arms extended and my heart overflowing with compassion, without judgment, without criticism, without denial, just openness and love.
Okay class, it's time for recess. Let's go play! ;-)
Perhaps we will receive another visit from our teacher again today, tonight or tomorrow. If so, I'll let you know what he said.
Does this teacher only have one student or can the rest of us borrow him once in while? ;-)
Oh, he's there knocking on our door bearing gifts. Most of us never answer that call out of fear and therefore never recieve. Just listen for the knock, then answer the door. ;-)
How did I know, you would say something along those lines :-)
one of these ran out in front of me this morning...good thing I have good breaks...
Linny, I always enjoy a good 10 minute coffee break. In fact, I always brake for Starbucks, no matter whether it's a scheduled break or not. ;-)
Ohhhh. What a fab piccie!!
Thanks Dawn. You know the more I look at this pic, the more I like it.
Congrats on setting a date! Sending good karma your way. :-)
Ha! Oh my Tree... Still imagining it, huh? lol... :)
Y, one can dream can't one? ;-)
Oh, yes... The beauty of one's imagination...!
Yes, that's it. What would the physical passions be without the imagination? Mere exercise I would say. Y, you are more woman than most know. But I know--lol--now go get those black garters. Snap, snap . . .LMAO ;-)
Okay, I'm on my belly. Now where is that lioness??? ;-)
Here kitty, kitty. Here kitty, kitty. Mmm . . . doesn't seem to be working. Justin, you got any ideas. lol
Grasshopper, what is the sound of one person posting?
Poor Trée, no-one to play with?
Sweet thing, where have you been darlin? ;-) Me and my two paper cups and string been sitting here all alone. ;-( lol
There, there, all better! I'm here now.
lol
Rub the belly, rub the belly. Make me purr. Guess I'm gonna have to post my lion pic. Mmm, and I was really looking forward to my first celebrity fliration with Maggie Cheung. lol
Lion pic or Maggie, lion pic or Maggie. Tough choice but I'm leaning toward Maggie. ;-)
What the heck is a fliration? LMAO. Sorry Maggie, it's not what it looks like--promise. Aggie, jump here anytime and help me out. ;-)
Huh? You lost me on that last comment.
- still as long as you know what you are talking about, that's all that really matters. :o)
A, just grab another cup of java and all will be clear. Is there a knock at the door? Quick, run go see. ;-)
The teacher bearing gifts perhaps?
...
Could just be another door-to-door salesman. Do you dare answer? ;-)
I had really pushy preachers at the door yesterday, who told me I was sinful and a shameful for not instantly joining their group - so my luck has got to be up, right..
Why do those guys always forget that it's God's job to judge, not theirs. Bunch of egotistical little god wannabes. I've had my share.
Good thing I could laugh at it - really it was quite a nasty thing to say!
:-) 'god wannabes' - I'll make sure I find some opportunity to use that expression in future lol
I've never been able to reconcile the concept of pain with the concept of God. Yes, I've read all the learned works on this question, but none of them satisfy my need to understand needless and innoncent suffering and death. Perhaps when I die, God will slap my face and tell me what an ignorant slut I was. Till then, I'm all ears.
I felt like slapping someone else's face, when they insisted, these things (were discussing one story in the news in particular) must be for sins commited in a previous life.
Well, I've got something you can slap but it's not my face--ROTFLMFAO. Better go get that outfit with the whip out of your closet. ;-)
Turning the other cheeks, eh?
Let's just say I'm willing to take one for the team. ;-)
Rare, medium or well-done?
Rare. I like the idea of rare, fresh, as close to the original as possible. To paraphrase Jimi, "Are you rare?" lol
The correct answer would be, Abso-f***ing-lutely! ;-)
A rare man -
rather apt
lol. Found any new members for the club?
Ahh, recruiting is like fishing. One must be patient, which is my way of saying "not yet." lol
Perhaps you need to advertise our cause...
what is our cause? :-)
Colouring the language, finding a common language, developing the individual's vocab, what?
Or purely recreational?
Our cause is the unadulterated expression of pure joy as expressed through the english language especially by the female of the species. That, to me, is the essence of Abso-f***ing-lutely!
Say it again dear and I will melt in your arms. lol
Fan-f***ing-tastic - best cause I can think of.
Breaktime
Sweet dreams, if you head off.
Late there!
One day I will hear those words spoken and the joy will be shared symbiotically. How's that for a Fan-f***ing-tastic thought. ;-)
Of course, this means we might have to start a new club. Mmm . . .
So thoughtful my darlin. My dear Mario is calling my name to comfort him in his slumber. Have an Abso-f***ing-lutely Fan-f***ing-tastic day my dear, ;-)
:-) I'll do my very best.
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