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Running...

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I am beginning a new exercise routine. I think, I could lose twenty pounds if I just ran everyday. It would all be over so quickly. But the fact is, running to me feels like pushing a boulder uphill- just difficult and thankless! Walking is supposed to be the best exercise. I can't tell if walking everywhere many years ago sort of acclimated my body to the activity. I've walked faster, longer, with ankle weights etc.; it helps with the first five pounds and then, I'm left with lost time and no results. It's not true of everyone though. I have friends who have the perfect weight range now after adopting walking as their preferred aerobic exercise. But it's not working for me.

So it's running again. I say "again" because I embark on  these "schemes"...yes, my conversations with my jiggly parts go like this, "We're going to run, and in thirty days, we're going to lose each other. I don't know about you,…

A friend to love

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The steam flattened the last crease on his dark blue shirt. Amy hung it up, propped the iron and disconnected it. Harry entered, drying his hair, still in his bath towel.
Smiling at Amy, he asked, "Done?"
"Yes," she said, unconsciously mirroring his smile.
"You don't have to you know." Harry sat on the edge of his bed, and surveyed the ironed clothes. About twenty shirts and ten trousers. He won't have to worry about it for a month now.
"I know. But then, I won't have to see you crumpled when you read the nightly news to thousands!" Amy ran her fingers through his hair and laughing, he held her close.
Five minutes, she told herself. Five minutes when the rest of the world would fall away and this would be her reality. Five minutes when she could imagine his embrace leading to it's natural conclusion.
Instead, she spoke out loud, "I made some of that pasta you like and left it in the freezer. There…

A poem

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I wrote a poem for this website. They put it up today. Thought I'd share...

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Under confidence and it's burdens

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Where does under confidence stem from? I've often wondered about this rather paralyzing and useless condition. There are many theories out there and at some point, I could identify with every one of the possible reasons for feeling inadequate.

Yet, there was something within the framework of my mind/judgement that permitted a self-defeating reaction to challenges each time. While environment may condition us, I don't believe there was anything monstrously wrong with my childhood. It was filled with love and comfort always. At some point things changed.

It might have been a first crush's crushing response.
It might have been not being able to face down a challenge that was overwhelming.
It might have started with believing that in order to rise up to an ideal, I had to stop being what I was.
In essence then, I was telling myself that I was not worthy of the ideal, as I was.

We've heard it too often; the pearl of wisdom, "no one can make you …

For Mini-Him's baby days

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Petal soft petal bright
Satin skin shining might
Black currant eyes alight
Long lashes guiding sight

Chubby arms stretched out
Pick me up said the pout
Busy? What's that about?
Choose me without a doubt!



Pick him up I do
Marveling at the hue
Hair silky black blue
This is love so true

Scent so clean and pure
Love so right and sure
Baby, in my heart endure
Have my love f'rever secure!

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For Mini-Him's baby days

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Petal soft petal bright
Satin skin shining might
Black currant eyes alight
Long lashes guiding sight

Chubby arms stretched out
Pick me up said the pout
Busy? What's that about?
Choose me without a doubt!

Pick him up I do
Marveling at the hue
Hair silky black blue
This is love so true

Scent so clean and pure
Love so right and sure
Baby in my heart endure
Have my love forever secure!


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The Light

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"I don't love this!" Marian gasped as the grass squelched muddy moisture around her feet. "I don't love you, I don't love running. So why...why are we doing this. Everyday. How long are we going to pretend like this is normal?"

Ben pulled her hand and caused her to stumble. It had been this way for a month now. The cell phone softly buzzing in her purse at ten thirty p.m. Brooks was asleep. He couldn't know that she was running around with another man. No! He couldn't know that all they did was run. Desperately looking for the arc of light. It had to be there again. Everyday for the past month, they had stood, enraptured within the arc. When the light faded after fifteen minutes, nothing but ridiculous bliss remained. They never knew what they saw. Only felt the weightlessness afterwards.

Soon, Ben dropped Marian back to her dark house. She walked in, her pale pink pajamas wet with grass stains.

Ben ambled on to his own …

Happy Mother's Day!

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Happy Mother's Day to everyone who has ever nurtured, loved, argued with, inspired, stayed up late, hugged, listened with out judgement, worried quietly and let go of something for another being.



Hugs to all -








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Full Circle

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Full Circle by Anne Maven is on Barnes and Noble's Nook, Amazon's Kindle and Smashwords. The links on the top right of the blog take you to the product page. It is also available on Amazon.uk and Amazon.de (germany)

Brief description -
Beautiful, passionate architect Mira Deven evokes a raw hunger in Richard Tyler that he never suspects is hidden within him. Stunned by the force of passion, they stop fighting the undeniable attraction. Letting themselves bask in each other, they are unaware that danger lurks close. A danger that will hurt them both deeply.
Tons of comical insight, hunky shoulders to cry on and plenty of girl talk make this book a fast paced, yet absorbing read! Passion, manipulation and humor rule in this novel about love, betrayal and the ultimate connection.

Look in the other post under My Book for more details on content.

Enjoy!

Bullying and confusing signals

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I read this article today on Yahoo. That children get bullied is a fact. But the viciousness that some of them exhibit has grown exponentially, while the PC nonsense keeps the others dithering with regard to self defense.

While I do believe that children have mini versions of the real world interactions in their class room/play ground/ school halls, the condition of these areas should continue to worry us. Extrapolating from there, the real world is a place fraught with sabotaging best friends and out of control bullies. The children of course, must not mind and not fight because "we need to learn to use our words." Yes, I can completely see where talking vs throwing punches got the rest of the world. That must be why everyone is involved in some war everywhere. Because we didn't "learn to use our words." Absolute bull!

There are no educators with spines and no parents with spines and so the children are just…

Backwards into the future

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Attended a discourse by another spiritual teacher today.

There was this thing he said that made sense in the way of finding the exact key to a lock. This bit of insight that he shared with us is not new. Not a unique view on life. But his representation of a common issue was so simple, hilarious and right, that it got everyone there nodding vigorously. Because we got it!

Okay. The subject was about people being unable to let go of the past, live in the present and have a vision of the future. So imagine a time line that we are all standing on. The majority of the people of the world in the here and now. Standing. Ahead of them is the future. Behind them would be the past. The point they inhabit is the present. Of course, this holds true if we are all facing forward - right? facing the future, with our respective pasts behind us. What if this isn't true though? Then it could be that we're standing facing the past. Because we look back, regret, wish chang…