| What Makes You Amazing...to Me |
May 26, 2008 3:46 pm
682 Views | Have you ever noticed something about a person that just….makes them very special to you? To me, there is something unique and wonderful about each person who comes into my circles. Carolyn lights up a room with the way she smiles, and I have to tell you….her eyes just sparkle with mischief. It’s one of the reasons we make such great friends. Chelle is as naughty as I am and we play off each other brilliantly. One of us will make an innocent statement and the other will immediately run with it and we will both be laughing too hard to talk. Misty and I share a number of perspectives on the world….and spirituality…and her word games sparkle. If you get either of us playing with words, the other will take it to totally new places until we can’t remember how innocently it started. Flame is earthy and practical in lots of ways. I love to listen to her experiences and her advice because she is so very wise in ways I would like to be someday. Her laughter is infectious and she has a sense of naughty to frequently surprises me with delight. Becca comes off so sweet and innocent that you think…when you spring something naughty on her…that you will shock her spitless….but she bounces right into the spirit and you are stunned with her quick repartee. With Cat I discuss all the secrets of the universe, politics, family, growth, spirituality….and…hmmmm…like all these ladies…she has a sense of naughty that jumps right out and bites you….as does Kel…who guides me into places I have only dreamed of being. Amazing ladies. My male friends are just as unique…and just as twisted with wicked senses of humor.
My Sundays are often filled with one phone call after another. Yesterday I spoke to my sister, my brother, Chelle, Flo, Smeagoll, and my daughter. Lots of conversations…each one unique and different….but each one filled with laughter and teasing. We are all of us playful and spirited in different ways. That sense of playful draws me to people. It doesn’t have to be logical…Smeagoll writes totally absurd blogs that just make me giggle at the silliness. Balty writes things that make my eyes pop and my head explode trying to think of ways to top his naughtiness. Bruce makes so much fun of me that I have to laugh and jump right in to snap back. Different….similar….laughter; it may be the laughter that draws me in….but it isn’t the laughter that makes you special to me.
I can’t tell you what Misty looks like, I’ve never seen a picture….but I’ve seen pics of all of Chelle’s family. It doesn’t change how I think of either of them…both are unique and wonderful ladies I admire and love to visit with. It makes no difference to me what you do for a living…some are teachers, some are artists, some have no jobs. What difference does it make to the person you are? I don’t know how any of us live or support ourselves….outside of what we may share. We all earn different salaries, have different lifestyles, decorate our lives differently….and none of that changes anything about us. What each of these people have in common is as unique as they are….each one of these people would bend over backwards to help another. Each one of these people has walked through their own fires and come out the other side to be better, stronger, more caring people. Each of these people gives love openly and generously…even if it is disguised as sarcasm, naughtiness, laughter. Still….in the end…they give of themselves.
I would tell each of these people that I love them with all my heart. It is true of each of them in totally different ways. Most of these ladies are sisters of my heart and there is little any of them could ask that I would not help them with. Bruce is a soul brother of mine without ever knowing it. We share an oddly twisted and wicked sense of humor that allows us to pick at one another without peeling back scabs…without hurt…without anger….we share so much in common that it is as if we were each half of a whole.
Yesterday, I told someone that they amaze me and they told me they were the least amazing person imaginable. Sounded rather like me in that respect. Still, I would say that each person who touches my heart as each of these people do….are amazing. That they came through their private hells to be stronger, more caring people speaks highly for them. That they give love so openly and deeply says even more. They have learned the value of giving of themselves in ways that most people never imagine. I suppose for me…the bottom line that makes each of these people so wonderful….is the person they are inside.
Inside a shell that life has battered against the shores of experience….is a person who glows with light, love, laughter. Each person shares in unique and different ways….some openly speaking of their lives as if they were a lesson to be shared, some private and deeply hidden so that the world cannot know what words will hurt them….yet each opens up and offers of themselves in unexpected places…in unplanned situations….as the spirit moves them to do….and each of them hears…their own spirit sufficiently to be able to do so.
I would tell you that I am the most ordinary and boring of women. In lots of ways that is true…yet many of my friends would tell me that I sparkle with life and intensity…that I vibrate with energy. That is also true. We are none of us obviously different…and yet we are all distinctly different. And what makes you special….what makes me love you….is all in your heart….and I love you….all of you…totally. | |
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| Completion - Muse's Poetic Challenge # 15 |
May 26, 2008 8:49 am
609 Views | Completion
Within the vaulted chambers
Muted footsteps softly fall
Where no echoes can be found
Haunted whispers faintly call
A single step was taken
Just a fragile pirouette
The riddle was unspoken
‘Prisoned in an oubliette.
The room was fraught with tension
As the tempo set the mood
Compassion’s scales were leveled
Though her heart remained the food
Confusion was her partner
An arena housed the dance
And many milled around her
Hoping for a second chance
With hope a still companion
In her mind she calmed the fear
And prayed for wisdom granted
For the one she could hold dear
In innocence he circled
Reached the final perigee
Attention never faltered
Though the room hushed hastily
His fingers held her steady
As he led her from her seat
Her fate was cast that moment
In his arms she was complete | |
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