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She said, “do you think of me?“

And I said, “only in the morning. Only then. But sometimes when it’s late at night. And when I drive those long trips, short ones too. When we see each other and when we are apart. When I pull your sweater out of my drawer, and smell you still. When our song comes on. Or when my song comes on. When my phone rings, but also when it sits there waiting. When I take home someone new, but when I am home alone. Everytime I wish, and every time I want. I think of you sometimes when the day is bright and warm and breezy, or when its rainy out and the drip keeps time with my heartbeats. Only then……”

And she said, “I was your favorite?”

And I said, “let me think about that.”

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How many good things have happened to you or for you today?

Why do the negatives seem to outweigh the positives?

Why?

We spend so much time trying to ignore, overcome, sidestep, or concentrate on the bad moments in our lives, we overlook the good.

We shouldn’t.

Because in that good, however brief, we can find relief.

The bad moments extend themselves because we can’t seem to get passed them. They stay in our minds because we take them personal. Whereas the good seem short lived. They go away too quickly. We sometimes act like we do not deserve them.

We do.

Try to note every positive today. No negatives. Even if it seems trivial.

My boiled egg peeled perfectly at lunch. My orange was sweeter than usual. That traffic light that always gets me, was green today. My favorite song played and I sang it. Loudly. Little things that add up to a good day.

And, it is just noon!

Smile. It catches momentum.

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The Beauty and the Poet

Because his words were like pictures. They could form images in her brain. His words could touch her in ways she needed. Because, she needed. His words carressed her, not her body, but her mind. That’s exactly what she wanted. The Poet loved the Beauty with his words. The Beauty loved the Poet for his words.

That was enough.

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Lotus Fire

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This post is for me. I needed to write it…..

Real men don’t cry?

Maybe, but I did.

You know, you want to blame a lot of things that happened in your life, on things you can’t control. You feel like a victim, and you are chained to a scenario.

While I understand this, and at the same time know you can change things if you want to, some people do feel trapped. They feel safe and secure in a bad situation, even if it is a bad situation. They accept their fate instead of change it.

That was me.

30 plus years I worked for a person who had his own demons. Who was never happy. Who seemed to make it his passion to make others unhappy. Until finally, I had enough.

I left.

And my world got brighter. My burdens lifted. I realized you do not owe anger to the day, every day. My life got so much easier.

Then he died.

But I never forgave him.

I never let go of him.

I carried a crutch of hate, that I could not walk without.

Until, the other night.

I had a dream that I was back at that shop. He was there, but clean. If you knew him, you knew he was unkept, but in my dream, cleaned up and solid white hair. And he spoke to me. Told me things were slow, and he didn’t have enough for me. He seemed sad to have to tell me this. But I told him I had another job, and I will be ok. I felt sadness from him, and that maybe he loved me. I felt relief. I looked around and asked another person to take care of my plants that were there in my dream.

We shook hands, and I left.

But this time, on positive terms. Because when I walked out before, there was no closure. I never reconciled, never tried. But in my dream, I felt relieved. I made peace.

Maybe he came back to tell me he also had finally found peace.

I hope so.

I hope I have too, because my heart had a dark place that those memories took me to.

When I tried to retell my dream, I broke down each time. I cried because I had 30 plus years of tears locked up in a place I thought I could not open. My dream was the key.

My days of hating this person are over. My burden left when I woke.

So, real men do cry.

Takes a minute, or a few decades, but it cleans the soul.

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Louis “Satchmo” Armstrong

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The afterthoughts of an interview with the Devil

He said “I’m not a monster.”

That stuck with me.

Maybe he is and maybe he’s not, but the one thing that he for sure is, is convincing. He talked about what he does and does not do openly.

And made me believe.

If even for a brief minute.

I’m convinced that evil is relative. It all comes down to which side of the fence you are on. Which team. The other guy is always the bad guy. Taking what’s mine. Wanting my stuff.

Well, maybe, just maybe, they are thinking the same thing?

It comes down to us against them and they are bad and we are good.

God ( us ) versus Devil ( them ).

Don’t get me wrong, I don’t condone the devil. I think he has a hand in every evil thing in this world. But, he is legend too. An easy way out. A “the devil made me do it” way out. A scape goat for people that need someone to blame. Because, heaven forbid we blame ourselves.

And, in my mind, that’s what my story was about.

Believe in God or believe in the Devil, it really doesn’t matter as much as believing in yourself. Being good because it matters. Not because you are scared God will be pissed, or the Devil will grab you up if you don’t.

They both are you.

And you are they.

Live with them.

Do what is right.

You will be god like.

Do what is wrong.

You will be devilish.

Simple.

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An artists’ office

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You can, make it if you try.

Now, don't get me wrong, it is not easy. Anything that is worth, in YOUR mind achieving, comes at a cost. And it takes more than hard work. You have to believe.

Believe in yourself. You have to believe you can, even if you don't think you can. You have to step out of your safe zone, and go where you've never been before. Because just outside of that safe zone, is the prize.

Do not reach for it. Reach it.

You have to accept. Accept the fact that no one is great on day one. That constant honing of the skillset that will get you what you want, is mandatory. Getting better every day takes putting in the effort that it takes to get better. You can get better.

Do not accept your fate. Create it.

You have to clear your mind. The biggest hurdle you will ever face stares back at you in the mirror. Teach your mind to love that person. Get rid of the weight of hate. Hating yourself, your job, your circumstances.

Do not let it bury you. Delete it.

Create the you that you'd love to be. Not fake because that can be the problem in itself. Become the you that you want. The other you, the one you thought you needed to be to make others happy, fails you. Because YOU need to be happy. It all starts there.

Do not put you second. Then you will put others first.

Set a goal. Lots of them. Whether it is to be a great runner, a great coach, a great artist, a great friend, a great employee, whatever. Become it. You can be all of those and more. There are no limits to you. Or, set upon you. Except what you tell yourself you cannot do.

Do not chain your mind. Set it free.

Remember, there is no time limit. No age limit. You can start now no matter where you are in life. The key is to start. To keep going. Positives bring positives. Negatives are easier to deal with when you are convinced you are on an upward spiral. Be the person that you believe you can be. You just may surprise yourself.

Do not quit on yourself. Just don't.

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They say time is money.

Well, I've got enough time to look into my wallet, and there ain't no money in it?

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These days, with all the bad we hear about, it makes me think.

Where is God?

Where is God, in all this chaos I am seeing on TV and in the news?

And then, I see God.

God was there when I got home from a long day at work. He was in the dog next door, waiting for me in his yard. All he wanted was a head scratch, and I needed to do it to make me feel good.

God was there when I was doing my art last night. What I felt like I was failing at, I just needed to stop and regroup, stand back, and look. It wasn’t really bad. God helped me see that.

God was there on my way to work this morning when I pulled to the side to let a lady thru our crowded street. What at first looked like frustration on her face, turned to a smile, then a wave. God smiled.

You see, God isn’t going to walk up to you and say, “here I am.” God makes you look.

God is a dog.

God is art.

God is a smile.

God wants you to find God.

God wants you to feel what it feels like, when you have found God.

And God wants you to realize, God hides in plain sight.

See if you can find God today.

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Love is…..

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I give you butterflies…..

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Seems like the older I get, the less dynamic I am. No one listens to me now. My words go unheard. And I can’t decide whether they don’t hear, or don’t care.

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“And Then, the Devil Called”

Part 3 “A Beautiful Whisper”

“If death was a beautiful whisper, would you listen?”

I ask this, because that night I dreamt. I dreamt of people that were gone. And they felt alive. I woke up laughing at times. I was there and they were here. They were alive again in my dream.

Crazy thoughts. I was full of them.

Could the Great Pretender, the Prince of Lies, the Bender of Truths, be our only hope? Where was she at? Where was God when we needed her? Had we been truly forsaken?

All these questions.

So many.....

I hoped he would not call me today. Not that I had thought of any answers, but because I hadn’t. I was answerless. And I don’t really think anyone else had them either.

I wanted God to call. To hear her voice again. The calm. I needed to hear from her. But silence was all I got.

I thought, Heaven or Hell, what do we care? Maybe we’re already there.

Thats when I got a text. From a number I did not recognize. As I read it, I thought, “could it be her?” I hoped it was.

I was sure, it was.

The text said, “She pointed at the light.”

“That’s where I’m going. Take me to the light.”

“And so, we walked. It was uphill. It was a climb over rough terrain. I didn’t think we could make it, didn’t think we would last. But, the light grew brighter with each step. And as we walked, it felt as if something was carrying us. The path we walked narrowed, and we walked closer together. In heart and in mind. And just before reaching the top, she said , This is it. This is where I’ve always wanted to be. Where I belong.”

And I realized the path we walked, while not ever being easy, was meant to be. It was our path. For her destination was my destination. When souls converge, they walk the same roads. It was then I knew that even though we had reached the light, our journey was not over. Forever lasts a long time.

And this text gave me an overwhelming sense of calm.

It gave me hope in what some are calling a hopeless world.

I still wanted her to call, but God is busy, and I am but me.

I needed a message.

The message was hope.

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“And Then, the Devil Called”

Part 2 “Was I Ready?”

Was I?

Was I ready to hear what the Devil thought? What he had in mind when it came to the current status of us, the human race.

I get the call. Early the next day.

He said, “Do you know what the seven deadly sins are?”

“Do you have any idea about them?”

“Yes”, I answered, “I know most of them I think.”

“Pride, Envy, Gluttony, Greed, Anger.......”, and then I stopped because I couldn’t think of the last two.

He said, “Let’s talk about the ones you mentioned.”

“Start with Pride,” he said.

“Pride is excessive belief in one's own abilities, that interferes with the individual's recognition of the “grace”of God. It has been called the sin from which all others arise. Pride is also known as Vanity” he starts out.

“Are you not vain when you believe it can’t be real? Can’t happen to you?”, he added.

“How about Envy?” He says next.

“Aren’t all those kids, the Spring Breakers, envious of each other? Unwilling to forgo a trip to the beach to help save the world?”

“Gluttony and Greed are easy,” he says,”Not saving any food for the ones who can’t get to it.” He breathes deep, “And that whole fuckin’ toilet paper thing? Really? Are you shittin’ me? No pun intended.” He laughs.

“I mean, people are hoarding like it’s the end. Is it?” He questions me.

“Lastly, Anger. Guns sales are up. Ammo sales are up. These are not signs of a happy bunch!”

Which all had me thinking. Was he right? Seemed as though he was. Seemed as though he knew what was up. Are we falling prey to ourselves, maybe even more than a virus that can kill? Can we manage us? That may be the real killer.

Us.

So I said, “So what should we do? What can make this or us better?”

He laughed loudly.

Said, “you’re asking me? I thought I was the bad guy? I thought you all blamed me for everything? It’s amazing to me what you people will resort to when your backs are against the wall.”

Then he smirks,”where is your God now? Where is she? I guess the nail salons are not closed in heaven. She is preoccupied with herself. And that leaves these things to me.”

“Don’t worry. You’re in good hands.” He says. Ringing his hands like he just washed with antibacterial soap.

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