Love Letters to a Healing Heart
"Be not the slave of your own past – plunge into the sublime seas, dive deep and swim far, so you shall come back with self-respect, with new power, with an advanced experience, that shall explain and overlook the old." – Ralph Waldo Emerson
The moment I awoke to the reality that © doesn’t care about me, our life, or our future, I am free. I am free to go dancing. I am free to walk into any place and order a beer. Free to ask a friend that loves me, accepts my Ugly, and hasn’t run, to dance with me.
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Read More 153.03: The Pattern (Part 3)Shit can turn on a dime.
Read More 147: Thoughts on Weeping in Walmart: A Twitter Conversation106: The Mighty
“Do not meddle in the affairs of dragons for you are crunchy and taste good with ketchup.”
I often wonder what keeps relationships going when, on the surface, it seems like there is so much going against them.
Read More 106: The Mighty103: Three Conversations
Love and leave. Love and stay. There is no wrong answer.
What would you do? Do you have the courage to move through the pride and face the pain?
Read More 103: Three Conversations101: Unringing the Bell (1 of 5) – No excuse
There is not a way back after the first act. I cannot unring the bell no matter how many lies I tell or secrets I keep about my betrayal.
And I had many of both.
Read More 101.1: Unringing the Bell (Part 1 of 5)89: Road Warrior
Many people would run for their own reasons. Many people run from their humiliations and anxiety. Me? I’m staying to face my humiliations, anxiety, and failure.
That takes courage and honesty.
Read More 89: Road WarriorYesterday morning I woke up to find a comment by the troll Warren about me on a friend’s blog.
What happened next was both fascinating, amazing, and a bit terrifying.
Dolly is definitely the Queen.
Read More 59: Thoughts on Thanks for Stopping by: A Letter to an Interloper by Dolly AllenVile and ingrate! too late thou shalt repent. The base Injustice thou hast done my Love: Yes, thou shalt know, spite of thy past Distress, And all those Ills which thou so long hast mourn’d; Heav’n has no Rage, like Love to Hatred turn’d, Nor Hell a Fury, like a Woman scorn’d.
Read More 54: A Fool’s Tale: BetrayalStop thinking you deserve to be hurt by her. Stop seeking out the abuse and pain.
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