When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat that doesn't go, and that doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves and satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired and gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells and make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain and pick the flowers in other people's gardens and learn to spit.
You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat and eat three pounds of sausages at a go or only bread and pickle for a week and hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.
But now we must have clothes that keep us dry and pay our rent and not swear in the street and set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised when suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple......................................
*Romance is fleeting.......Love is long.
*Romance is dancing in the moonlight. Gazing deep into desired eyes across a candlelit table...Love is saying: "you're tired, honey, I'll get up this time" - and stumbling through the darkness to comfort a crying child.
*Romance is suspense, anticipation, a surprise...Love is dependability.
*Romance is tingling excitement...Love is tenderness, constancy, being cherished.
*Romance is eager striving to appear attractive to each other.......Love is two people who find beauty in each other no matter how they look.
*Romance is flattering attentions....Love is genuine thoughtfulness.
*Love is heightened and sweetened by romance, but it can survive without it....
*Romance feeds on itself and thus, is self-consuming.
*Romance is delicious.....Love nourishes.
*Romance is seeking perfection....Love is forgiving faults.
*Romance is flying....Love is a safe landing.
*Romance is the anguish of waiting for the phone to ring to bring you a voice that will utter endearments.....Love is the anguish of waiting for a call that will assure you someone else is happy and safe.
*Romance can't last.................Love can't help it.
Dependability, caring, protection, listening and kindness.
Love does not demand, it asks.
Love does not manipulate into dark ways, but leads to illumination.
Love does not accuse, it questions in a positive manner.
Love is not always being together,
but is an intersection of two people in a world of fast moving fates.
Love is like a solid comfortable hide-a-bed...
sturdy, provides excellent support and is durable.
If you know how it works, you can even sleep in it.
When my world falls down around me,
And the ground is sinking sand;
When peace can't be found on this earth,
I reach out for your hand.
Then when your hand wraps 'round my own,
A strength pours from your soul;
It brings me to a quiet calm,
Till once again I'm whole.
A peace beyond all reason,
A rest there in your touch;
Something in your quiet words,
My heart years for so much.
If I but rest my worries,
Upon your shoulder there;
The strength that pours forth from your soul
Will wash away each care.
Like a cool, sweet taste of water,
For a tired and thirsty man;
My heart finds peace, my soul is calm,
When I reach out for your hand..........
July 5th will be upon us soon and that is your angel day...
I just wanted to let you know.....
I wrote your name in the sand,
but the waves washed it away.
I wrote your name in the sky,
but the wind blew it away.
So, I wrote your name in my heart and that is where it will stay.
* I love and miss you, my firstborn, Leslie girl.................
Her soul lives on, somewhere in the stars!
It's easy to say "I.m leaving"
It's even easy to go
But after you leave, What then?
You have to look at where you want to be instead of just at
Where you don't want to be.
The problem is if you know where you want to be
But that is the one place that it is not possible for you to be.
Some days I feel like my life is spinning out of control and I am just along for the ride
Other days I feel like my life is finally my own at last and I know the answer to everything
I wonder which one of those thoughts is the real one - if there is such a thing as reality
Is there reality for anyone or does it exist for some people but not for others
If it exists for some people is it a matter of luck, or is there some way to attain it
Do I just not try hard enough or is the problem something in my past or something I was born without
My heart really doesn't want an answer
Because there's one thing I do know, my reality will never include you.
We were.......
Much too young
Much too selfish
Much too blind to make it
Much too wounded
Much too frightened
Much too hurt to take it
Too much we said
When love seemed dead
To go on and forget
Too little learned
From anger burned
Too much we both regret
Yet there's been
Too much good
Too much love
For us to walk away
Too much caring
Too much sharing
For us not to stay
Too much harm
To children's charms
To tear our home apart
Too much time
For nursery rhymes
To give away our hearts
Too much we've shared
With no one else
To go on and forget
Too many years of drying tears
To do what we'd regret
Too many laughs when thinking back
Remind me what is true
I find that I still love you
And I think you love me
Too...............................
Solitude is something I have always enjoyed
I rarely feel lonely when I am alone
But in that bed with him
I always felt isolated and sad.
Now alone in bed I feel relaxed
And free to be me
Still sometimes sad and lonely
But no longer isolated.
Whoever it was that said
"I'd rather be lonely for someone
Than lonely with someone"
Knew what they were talking about.
My faithful blog readers know how much I am against the war in Iraq and always have been. I knew that when war was declared by us that Pandora's box was being opened, maybe never to close.
Each and every day that passes, it seems as if the news in that country goes from grim to grimmer, with the costs, both in human lives and dollars escalating each and every day. It actually makes me feel that my heart is bleeding when I think of the over 2500 young men and women who have given their lives for this senseless and stupid war. A war of egos that should be fought by Presidents and leaders, not countries. This doesn't include the thousands that have been injured as well as the sad loss of some innocent Iraqi lives, among them women and children. This is a domino effect that includes thousands of lives in some form or another.
Are we becoming immune to turning on the news and watching the death and destruction daily?
In spite of what Mr. Bush professes, when was the last time you heard of anything good happening inside Iraq, any step in the right direction? He insists that he wants to bring democracy to this country, but does one actually see a Democratic process emerging there, through daily fighting, slaughter and death? What does the cost of this horrible war mean for us Americans? We have spent billions of dollars, so much that we do not have any money left now to work towards warding off a nuclear program that could surface inside North Korea and Iran, it's horrible when you consider it. The cost of a gallon of gas is almost triple what it was prior to the beginning of this war. We have yet to capture Bin Laden, and no one can prove to me that our country is safer today than it was prior to 911. I personally feel that we may be more vigilant, but are we truly safer? I don't think so, we have made ourselves a country that is hated rather than respected. We have borders that go sadly, unpatrolled and open for any type of invasion or threat. The cost of gasoline has raised all of our necessary goods and commodities, who can afford a vacation this year due to the high cost of gas, either by driving or flying?
My heart weeps when I see the families of those Americans who have lost sons, daughters, fathers and husbands, sisters and brothers, concluding, and in my opinion, that this is a sacrifice for our country. Take a long and hard look around our country today, assess the lives lost, the destruction of families because of this loss, the money spent and the oilmen profiting from it, and the amount of work that still needs done here in our own country. The Gulf Coast doesn't look much different than it did last year with billions of dollars squandered there. Are we truly better off today that we were 6 years ago? I hardly think so and I worry about the future of my children and grandchildren. Mr. Bush, you cannot leave office soon enough for me.
Recently someone sent me this, I don't remember who, but the words ring so true.
I have never minded growing older or ageing or even facing my death because one should gain maturity and acceptance as they age. Some do, some live in 'arrested development', but if you are lucky like me, you will learn life's lessons. Here are just a few:
As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn't supposed to ever let you down probably will. You will probably have your heart broken more than once and it's harder each and every time.You will break your share of hearts as well, so remember how it felt when yours was broken.
You will fight with your best friend. You will blame a new love for things an old one did. You will cry because time is passing too fast, and you will eventually lose someone you love.
So, take too many pictures, laugh way too much, love life like you've never been hurt and dance like no one is watching - because every sixty seconds that you spend upset is a minute of happiness that you will never get back, don't waste it.
Don't ever be afraid that you life will end, because it will, but be afraid that it will have never begun......................
For some unknown reason today, I began thinking about the word infidelity and what it actually meant, depending on the context that it was used in. I have noticed upon reading many different blogs as I do, that this word is discussed frequently.
When I first ventured into blogsville, I was initially quite shocked to find that many blogs contained posts that were vulgar in origin, and some were quite sexually graphic as well. What I found interesting was that many of these posts on different blogs were written by many men and women who claimed that they were very religious, and followed commandments and prohibitions strictly in their personal lives. This issue exists and can surface among even those who claim to be ultra-religious, one prime example being Jim Baker, who turned out to be an adulterer as well as a liar and a cheater in his church business, landing him with a lengthy jail term.
I was quite surprised at some blogs that they were so flippant and forthright when talking about sex, using graphic language and what I considered crossing a barrier that I had believed was not ever any issue for them in their real lives. Should we not be vigilant here with our words and the tone of our posts, even if no one knows us, or does the veil of the internet allow us to express ourselves in ways we might find prohibitive in real life?
With computers and the veil of anonymity, and the accessibility of meeting so many others with the touch of the keyboard, many words and comments may be made, which can be taken as crossing the line and turning fidelity into infidelity. As far as I am concerned, one's motives and intentions have a great deal to do with when and to what extent an innocent act or word can cress the line into unfaithful and dishonest conduct.
I then began asking myself if infidelity is always only about adulterous sex? In my opinion, no, there are far worse ways to be an infidel. Who among us can forget Bill Clinton's own conclusion when he said "I did not have sex with that woman", Monica, because to him receiving oral sex did not fall within that definition. At the time, I understood what he meant.Our current president has committed far worse crimes in my estimation,the worst being the death of 2500 of our country's finest young men and women. All of those deaths far outweigh Mr. Clinton's oral sex. Something more, according to Bill, at least for him, was required to meet the definition of infidelity.
Knowingly lying to your partner about important things is a form of infidelity to me. Secreting things and hiding facts from your partner is another. Staying with someone for the wrong reasons when there is no feeling left, not allowing the other person to be set free and get on with their life, is a form of infidelity to me. Trust is the foundation of any commitment or relationship, and you break it when you lie, secret, hide and otherwise not reveal the truth to the person you are supposed to love. So in my opinion, it is not just the sexual act that is infidelity, it is also breaking trust by lying, secreting, hiding or otherwise not revealing the truth. Betrayal comes in so many forms. People may have different opinions on which one of these would hurt the most but personally, I think all of it does, not just the fact that an adulterous act was committed. Basically it is all a total lack of trust or a lie within the relationship. Betrayal is in the eye of the beholder.
How would you define infidelity?
With tomorrow being Father's Day, I had to remind myself of what a wonderful son-in-law I have in Dwayne. My daughter has been married to him now for several years and they have two wonderful little boys.
I could not ask for a better father for my grandchildren.
Dwayne works very hard to provide a happy home for my daughter and the boys. My daughter is a stay at home Mom who is able to do so because her husband works as hard as he does. He also finds time to spend coaching his son's different sport teams. Dwayne takes to being a father like a duck to water and clearly enjoys being with his sons as much as possible. He is a wonderful role model for them and I am proud to call him my son-in-law.
Dwayne, I hope that you have a wonderful Father's Day, you so deserve it!
( poem from sons to father)
"The things you taught me I will always know.
How could I not? The roots have sunk so deep;
All lessons of the heart that I will keep
No matter who I am or where I go.
Kids learn from what their parents are, and so
You are my book of life, the thoughts I reap;
Only in your arms I quiet sleep;
Under my words your voice sings soft and slow.
From you I learned the rules of right and wrong
How lucky I am to have been loved so well,
Relying on a father so fair and strong."
Patience is a sign of inner peace. When one is at ease with oneself, with what one has done with one's life, and with one's approaching death, time loses it's urgency and becomes more an ocean than a stream.
Patience allows one to listen and observe before one acts or speaks. It allows events to reach maturity, so that choice can be better informed by circumstance. It allows time for words and acts to put on weight, so as to appear abroad with sufficient dignity.
One is patient with what one has accepted and impatient with what one resists. One is patient with what one loves and impatient with what one resents. Thus, the more one loves life and accepts death and pain, the more patient one will be.
It patience expands one's time, tolerance expands one's space, allowing differences to generate interest rather than conflict so that one can learn from them and live in a wider world.
When others can also be right, one can begin to see the world from multiple points of view, and one's field of thought becomes more like a galaxy than like the narrow mountain valley of one's birth.
The burden of being right contains the additional burden of proving others wrong, which together is enough weight to keep any bird from taking flight.
Humor, especially self-deprecating humor, allows one to step outside oneself with a light and varied heart.
Humor arises from incongruity, which arises from viewing something simultaneously from multiple points of view. It therefore incorporates both tolerance and patience, teaching self-knowledge through mischievous pleasure.
Humor is the friend of moderation and the enemy of excess, for excess is a balloon and humor a needle.
Patience, tolerance, and humor must be practiced in moderation, for there are circumstances in which a light heart is not appropriate, and evils that out not be tolerated or patiently borne. But neither ought one be so consumed with evil that one becomes incapable of happiness. For life is short and evil long, and there is no need to condemn oneself to live with it's prison when all around us the world is bursting with glory.
I am still working on patience, but tolerance and humor are finely-tuned in my universe.
During my deep musings and thoughts today, I was thinking about the qualities that I admire in people that I will allow close to me. Right up at the top of my list were the qualities, good character and trustworthiness. Then I began to question how would I define them?
Character is made up of the virtues that engender trust: honesty, integrity, loyalty, courage, self-discipline, and devotion.
Trust is the greatest external reward for good character, although the internal rewards are even greater. If one is in business, trust is a commodity of unestimable value, while if one is in love, it is the house in which one lives.
Trust is hard-earned and easily lost, as one lie or act of disloyalty can throw into question years of honesty and fidelity. Maybe a consistently good character could stand a bit of battering with most people, but not me. When trust is lost, it is gone forever even if the character is admirable.
Society requires a certain level of trust to function, which is why societies that value good character function better than those that do not. For wealth comes from productive labor, which requires order and cooperation, which require trust.
Therefore, each person of good character is a contributor to the general wealth and happiness, and each person of bad character is a detriment. As a model for one's family, friends and acquaintances, one multiplies one's character, good or bad, throughout society, and so each individual, perhaps more than is commonly realized, is truly responsible for the proper functioning of society, upon which the personal well-being of all depends.
The greatest internal reward for good character is self-esteem, which, although enhanced by the comments of others, sits squarely upon the rock of one's self-evaluation. And because one trusts those of good character oneself, one knows very well whether one is oneself, trustworthy and in possession of those qualities that win the esteem of others. The greatest penalty, then, is low self-esteem, rarely admitted even to oneself, but still the source of much internal suffering. This is how I view or define character and trust, both being of utmost importance in all of my relationships.
Joy requires one to be awake,
Adjusting the heart's ambiance to bright.
Some prefer the dark, as is their right,
On grounds of agony, and to forsake
Not only bliss, but all that's blessed by light.
There are walls beyond satisfaction,
Worlds in which pain is a credit card.
Ecstacy is the enemy of happiness,
Nor can we let go of what we have forgotten.
There are times when what makes us suffer
Yields fulfillment more exquisite than dreams,
Severs our arteries to the future,
Immolates skin that permits us to embrace,
X-rays our desire to live.
The face is a mask over a mirror.
What are we looking for? What are we seeking?
Each of us twist like a haunted river,
Nor do we linger over another's grieving.
Tell me of yourself, that I might become clearer;
Your words are my eyes, your passion, my breathing.
The face is a mask over a mirror.
What can I give you? What gleanings
Of yourself can my poor words deliver?
Yesterday I went into work at my job as an RN in a psychiatric facility for adolescents. It is a job that I love, but it can also bring heartbreak. I always allow myself to establish a bond of closeness with these troubled adolescents because sometimes it is the only true bond they have in their lives. We are taught as nurses not to get too close to our patients, but how can you be a good nurse if you are unable to empathize and feel? With some patients this is possible, but not with children. Children have a keen awareness of whether the feelings and emotions you extend to them are real. They, almost always, have issues with trust in their young lives.
Last December, we had a young girl who I shall not name, come into our facility depressed and suicidal. We admit a lot of children like this one and you might wonder how children can be suicidal, well they can and they are. In the short time that we have them, usually only a few days, we do our best to give them hope and a will to live. I would like to believe that we have succeeded with some. This 13 year old I am speaking of hung herself and died, just as she said she would. Many of us were deeply upset by this, we all came together as a group last night, remembering her and honoring her memory. We all needed some type of closure and we need to continue to do what we can.
"The gift of life is never more or less,
Either days or years are merely moments.
Reverence remains the source of bliss,
More memories do not increase remembrance.
If death must early come, then let it be
No more nor less than if it had come late:
A part of a much larger mystery.
Leaving wind and wisdom in it's wake,
Longing is the music of our sphere,
Yearning for a time past time and space
In which all that we love is ever her,
Love everlasting, which is now our grace,
Living with us more than we can bear."
(anonymous)
Effective immediately, please be aware that there are changes YOU need to make in YOUR life. These changes need to be completed in order that I may fulfill My promises to you to grant you peace, joy and happiness in this life. I apologize, but after all I am doing, this seems very little to ask of you. Please, follow these 10 guidelines.
1. QUIT WORRYING:
Life has dealt you a blow and all you do is sit and worry. Have you forgotten that I am here to take all of your burdens and carry them for you? Or do you just enjoy fretting over every little thing that comes your way?
2. PUT IT ON THE LIST:
Something needs done or taken care of. Put it on the list. No, not YOUR list. Put it on MY to-do-list. Let ME be the one to take care of the problem. I can't help you until you turn it over to Me. And although My to-do-list is long, I am after all.....God. I can take care of anything you put into My hands. If fact, if the truth were ever really known, I take care of a lot of things for you that you never even realize.
3. TRUST ME:
Once you've given your burdens to Me, quit trying to take them back. Trust in Me. Have the faith that I will take care of all your needs, your problems and your trials. Problems with the kids? Put them on My list. Problem with finances? Put it on My list. Problems with your emotional roller coaster? For My sake, put it on My list. I want to help you. All you have to do is ask.
4. LEAVE IT ALONE:
Don't wake up one morning and say, "Well, I'm feeling much stronger now, I think I can handle it from here." Why do you think you are feeling stronger now? It's simple. You gave Me your burdens and I'm taking care of them. I also renew your strength and cover you in my peace. Don't you know that if I give you these problems back, you will be right back where you started? Leave them with Me and forget about them. Just let me do My job.
5. TALK TO ME:
I want you to forget a lot of things. Forget what was making you crazy. Forget the worry and the fretting because you know I'm in control. But there's one thing I pray that you never forget. Please, don't forget to talk to Me - OFTEN! I love YOU! I want to hear your voice. I want you to include Me in on the things going on in your life. I want to hear you talk about your friends and family. Prayer is simply you having a conversation with Me. I want to be your dearest friend.
6. HAVE FAITH:
I see a lot of things from up here that you can't see from where you are. Have faith in Me that I know what I'm doing. Trust Me; you wouldn't want the view from My eyes. I will continue to care for you, watch over you, and meet your needs. You only have to trust Me. Although I have a much bigger task than you, it sems as if you have so much trouble just doing your simple part. How hard can trust be?
7. SHARE:
You were taught to share when you were only two years old. When did you forget? The rule still applies. Share with those who are less fortunate than you. Share your joy with those who need encouragement. Share your laughter with those who haven't heard any in such a long time. Share your tears with those who have none.
8. BE PATIENT:
I managed to fix it so in just one lifetime you could have so many diverse experiences. You grow from a child to an adult, have children, change jobs many times, learn many trades, travel to so many places, meet thousands of people, and experience so much. How can you be so impatient then when it takes Me a little longer than you expect to handle something on My to-do-list? Trust in my timing, for My timing is perfect. Just because I created the entire universe in only six days, everyone thinks I should always rush, rush, rush.
9. BE KIND:
Be kind to others, for I love them just as much as I love you. They may not dress like you, or talk like you, or live the same way you do, but I still love you all. Please try to get along, for My sake. I created each of you different in some way. It would be too boring if you were all identical. Please, know I love each of your differences!
10. LOVE YOURSELF:
As much as I love you, how can you not love yourself? You were created by Me for one reason only -- to be loved, and to love in return. I am a God of Love. Love Me. Love your neighbors. But also love yourself. It makes My heart ache when I see you so angry with yourself when things go wrong. You are very precious to me......don't ever forget.........
*When I think back on all of the years I did not trust, and worried, and worried, and cried and misunderstood life, I just shake my head and laugh. My Ten Guidelines were there all of the time and when I remembered to follow them, I became finally at peace and I will never go back to the worry and distrust. Thank you God, I love you too.....................
I do most of my deep thinking at night when I am able to quietly look at the moon and the stars and complete my life inventory. Everyone makes bad decisions at one time or another in their lives, but, hopefully, they are lessons learned. Sometimes, it helps for me to sit on my balcony and enjoy the stars, the moon and the quietness of the night. It is when my mind is most clear and able to process thoughts and decisions better.
My writing my thoughts down, as I do on my blog has brought forward some good resolutions about life and it's meaning, and about God, and what he means to me.
I truly believe that during this lifetime, challenges and difficulties are lessons to be learned. This is life, and this is how it unfolds in so many unique and unknown ways. But, now is the time for me to take a step forward, in the right direction of course, putting some of these tragedies, misfortunes, and happen-stances in their proper perspective and giving them their proper place.
It is truly the case that life is in session. What that means to me is that the forces of the universe are at work, and stuff happens, with little reference to what, if any impact it will have on me or my life. When I feel I am getting into trouble, at least it feels that way to me, is when I want things to happen so that I can be comfortable and undisturbed!. What a wonderful world it would be if this were the case, would it not? The world is my stage, I am the director and everyone should act according to my plans? All turns out exactly as I desire, and, there is peace of mind and stillness of the heart. But, we all know, life doesn't happen that way, on in a perfect world. How often do we believe that if we just did something a certain way, our efforts would be rewarded, and we would obtain the results that we wanted. If only the universe would respond the way we desire, we are comfortable and consequently, happy.
This brings me to my epiphany for today. Although I say that I believe in God, do I really trust God? What this means to me, it seems, is do I really let go, believing that all will happen according to His will, or do I hold on tightly to the reigns, being content only when His will happens to echo mine is some way? How often do I really trust God completely? Can I accept when something does not turn out the way I want it to be?
I took a long walk today, not waiting for my nightly thought ritual, and I realized that I have not heard the beautiful sounds of the birds chirping, nor had I smelled the freshly mowed grass, which I love the fragrance of. It had been awhile since I heard the voices of my family, my friends, truly being present for them and listening, not hearing what they had to say. Taking the first step in the right direction, for me, means beginning to get out of the self, to realize that all action and reaction is not simply about me feeling comfortable or being content.
Since I love to blog, I also read what several of my favorite bloggers discuss. One captured my interest immediately because they were attempting to define 'sensuality', which I am sure everyone has an opinion on.
If one looks up the definition of the word sensuality you will find:
1. The quality or state of being sensual or lascivious.
2. Excessive devotion to sensual pleasure.
or
3. The quality or condition of being sensual: sexiness, sexuality, suggestiveness, voluptousness.
4. The quality or condition of being sensuous: sensualism, Sensuosness, etc.
I was surprised to read these definitions of the word. To me, sensuality is far more an ability to utilize all of your senses: (smell, touch, hearing, seeing, etc. It involves all of the senses. It would be ludicrous to only define it as being a sexual thing, even though it can be.
Being able to connect with one's sensual side, and receive the most benefits from them is a true gift. Sensuality, of course, within it's true meaning, is anything that appeals to the senses. Although a person, place or object may be sensual, it does not necessarily make it sexual, the two are most often quite separate and distinct.
Think of language as being sensual, the combination of phrases, thoughts can be very sensual. Poets will tell you that and I have read some great, sensual poetry. For someone to write a story that holds you full attention so that you cannot put it down, that is a sensual gift as well. Visually, I find watching an ice cube melt on skin as being very sensual, watching wind blow at leaves, or seeing a person smile can be very sensual acts.
I think that most people can and do appreciate sensuality in it's truest form: that which appeals, in one form or another to the senses. It ultimately makes me think about a manner in which one could fully express himself/herself sensually, without being vulgar, or perhaps, crossing undefined boundaries. I don't mind that people know that making a statement about how I feel I am a very sensual person does not necessarily involve my speaking about sexual topics. Sensuality, unlike sexuality, is truly a great art form and I am so glad that I am gifted with it.
I love the fact that one of the most beautiful forms of sensual expression, at least for me, is through the use of words. That being said, being able to write and to share what I have to say with so many people online is a very pleasurable experience for me. What is also true, is being able to read my own words, and see how these letters strung together, forming phrases with meaning of beauty and purpose. I have always been able to write my thoughts more easily that verbalizing them.
Everyone knows by know, my great love for fragrance. I not only love perfumes and all of their different smells, I love the smells of the world. I remember one time riding in a car with my ex-husband, Ed, across the bottom of Florida. We were driving through these gorgeous black dirt sod farms that were prevalent in that area. It had rained one of those short Florida rains so the soil was freshly dampened. The smell of that fresh, black sod was beautiful to me. I asked him to stop the car so that I could get out and just inhale it's fragrance. It was the most beautiful earth I have ever smelled. I wished at the time that I could somehow capture it, put it in a bottle and keep it forever. Sensual? Yes, that fragrance was indescribably sensual.
Think of the sense of hearing a loved one's voice, a baby's cry and music that you love as a sensual sense. I have heard Al Green sing songs like Love and Happiness and that man is very sensual and conveys it well. I also love the music of Yanni and Enigma. I have heard songs by them that bring a tear to my eye only because they are so beautifully performed.
A mother nursing her new baby is very sensual. Silk blouses and flowers are sensual. I could probably go on and on about sensual things that appeal to me. I don't believe that everyone in this world truly appreciate all their senses as being 'sensual', but I do and I am thankful that I have this gift.
She said that time is unfair
To a woman her age
Now that wisdom has come
Everything else fades
She said she realizes
She's seen her better days
She said she can't look back to her days of youth
What she thought were lies
She later found was truth
She said her daddy had dreams
But he drank them away
And her mother's to blame
For the way she is today
Life's river shall rise...........she said
And only the strong shall survive..........she said
But I'm feeling quite weak..........she said
Will you comfort and forgive me........she said
She said she's still searching
For salvation's light
She said she wishes all day
And She prays all night
She said she won't speak of love
Because love she's never known
She said it's moments like these
She hates to be alone
Forgive me......she said
Forgive me........she said
*Music & Lyrics by Ed Roland of Collective Soul
Today she dresses
For the change she's facing now
And the storm that's raging
A safe haven she has found
She doesn't care
What the prophets say anymore
For the love she had
She has no more
So she gathers rain
She gathers rain
To rinse away all her guilt and pain
She gathers rain
She gathers rain
To wash and cleanse and make
her whole again.
Her imagination
Has started stretching wide
She's not branded
When prophets speak words of fire
The same love she gives
She requires
So she gathers rain
To rinse away all her guilt and pain
She gathers rain
She gathers rain
To wash and rinse and make
her whole again.
*Written and performed by Ed Roland of Collective Soul
*I am whole again......
