Tag: #pastloves

The Easy Road

The quote was similar to, “Sure am glad I took that easy road, said no one ever.”

The more difficult road is not an easy choice, but it’s where we experience the most growth.

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The extra mile is not an easy road.  I wasn’t built on an easy road, so I had to stop being one.

Someone asked me once, “What’s the one thing you couldn’t live without?” They were referring to a material object, but the answer for me was easy. It’s love.

There’s a level of love in all relationships, and there’s a road that leads to a lifetime of love. It’s just not the easy road.

Feel the Music

In the past four years, I’ve had the pleasure of loving two men. I don’t talk about it much, but love has been on my mind this weekend, as you can see from yesterday’s post.

When I began this Blog it was for a couple of reasons.

One-I wanted my daughter to have a place to go, and read about our life together. Two-I wanted to change somebody’s perspective on life. Not the world, just one persons world.

There is a comment sitting in my comment folder that I will not publish, but this Blog changed her world. There is an email sitting in my Inbox from the son of a dear friend. He found this Blog, and was impacted what I wrote in honor of his Mother.

Hearing this song made me think of the people I’ve loved. It was love that changed their world, and loving them changed mine.

I love to love. That’s what I do. One post at a time.

Share the Healing

My comment yesterday about the human cock, worried some friends. Maybe they think I’m going to start writing about sex. I don’t feel a need to give you the details of something so sacred to me. Some things are best kept private.

In finding a more authentic self, do I need to tell everything?

If so, it will fall to the pages of a journal. You read about my past loves quite frequently, but I don’t use their name. What you read is what I learned from the encounter, not always the encounter itself.

I wasn’t ready for most of what happened in my life, so why would I expect you to be. Placing a name to the feelings I may be wrestling with is like blaming them for what I feel. No darling. I’m a big girl, and I make my own choices.

I feel at a very infinite level. There is scar tissue inside of me, not only from the Breast Cancer, but life itself. The scars are proof enough I showed up for it, and you get to read the beauty of it. There is enough hurt in the world. I am here to share the healing.