Someone To Watch Over Me

Ditto.

It is not my intention to make anyone else's journey feel more difficult with my posts. And life is life. Things are not always easy. And there are things in my life and in Elle's that not a soul would I wish these hardships upon.
We each walk the path we are given. And choose the people we share it with.
Hugs.

cb, your posts and your presence here are a blessing and an encouragement.:rose:

Perhaps I should have prefaced my blurt by declaring it to be a simple expression of what is true for me at this time,
rather than a complaint directed toward anybody in particular, and for not having done that, I am sorry. :(

Please know that I am genuinely thankful for those who are in joyful partnerships. I don't want to stop hearing about them-
indeed, you and Elle and others here are in a position to act as mentors of sorts,
and i get a deep sense of satisfaction knowing that i have gotten to facilitate that in some small way.

Pray, continue. :)
 
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You whisper the same phrase over and over in the dimming twilight:

“You’re mine.. You’re mine.. You’re mine..”

The words become tautologous. Insensible. They become a murmur of your heart and its rhythm.
Suddenly, a fierceness sweeps over you like a sudden thunder storm.
You sit up. Eyes serious and hard.
Your hands grip me like lightning; drenching me in a rain of fear.

“Say. It.” This is your command.

“I’m yours.” I gasp in response.
 
I think the other thing is to consider what strength looks like.

A solid fence falls down in strong winds, where as one that has ventilation resists them.

We al know which trees fall in bad weather and that flexibly is it's own type of strength.

That foundations are vital under buildings, all the fancy architecture in the work is nothing if the foundations are not well built.

Someone that looks over me is strong, but not inflexible, doesn't resist the bad weather, and has strong foundations....the fixtures and fittings are ...adaptable even.

well said, e
:)
 
Pencil box custom made for me
One of the many ways he watches over me. :heart:
 
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Wood shavings from the hand plane.
Honest work.
Old fashioned tools making new things.
The curls so beautiful I use them to cushion the gifts I mail instead of "peanuts"
The fragrance of fresh cut wood and oil in the shop causes everyone who enters to exclaim... "Oh, it smells so good in here!"
And it does.
This...evidence of work from his hands... reminds me of his care for me. For our lives together.
 
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"You don’t measure love in time. You measure love in transformation.
Sometimes the longest connections yield very little growth, while the briefest of encounters change everything.
The heart doesn’t wear a watch - it’s timeless.
It doesn’t care how long you know someone.
It doesn’t care if you had a 40 year anniversary if there is no juice in the connection.
What the heart cares about is resonance.
Resonance that opens it, resonance that enlivens it, resonance that calls it home.
And when it finds it, the transformation begins…"


quote by Jeff Brown
 
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