I don't feel I really know how to love
I'm learning
and you've been such great friends
and my love grows by leaps and bounds.
You've given me yourselves to share,
and I'll give you myself.
When our love flowers
it becomes
as blue skies running for miles.
Patches of clouds reflect hurts
that hurt no longer once they're over.
My hurts have turned to joys
because of you.
Happy Valentines.
by Sandy Demott.
circa 12:29 pm
"Writing can be a true spiritual discipline. Writing can help us to concentrate, to get in touch with the deeper stirrings of our hearts, to clarify our minds, to process confusing emotions, to reflect on our experiences, to give artistic expression to what we are living, and to store significant events in our memories. Writing can also be good for others who might read what we write.
Quite often a difficult, painful, or frustrating day can be "redeemed" by writing about it. By writing we can claim what we have lived and thus integrate it more fully into our journeys. Then writing can become lifesaving for us and sometimes for others too."
2 comments:
You took off your last post. Wonder why. Glad to know that the war is over. Didn't know there was a war in the first place. :)
Happy Valentine's Day, Tay.
Cheers!
Hey, I don't know how the Anniversary post could just vanish like that. Strange. Anyway, I republished it-thankfully I had it on Word on my home com.
When I said there was a war, I meant it as an internal struggle with your emotions. I'm sure you'll know what I'm talking about.
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