Soul-Stirring Love

Quality of your relationships determine the quality of your life. Where do you go to get on-the-job training in feeling, being real and healing what keeps you from being close?

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Haters are trying to control your mind with fear. Don't let them.
You're better than that. See below.

Feeling love is the same, whether you're giving or receiving. You're still feeling it and at any time, you can feel love, by GIVING love!!

If everyone wants to be happy, how come so few people are, genuinely happy?

I must thank every lesson, even painful ones.

We came to learn; lessons come to teach. Until we have our fill, at last.

My father lost his every faculty.
Others pass through pain, and suffer.
Others emerge triumphant, to the light.

We each have our journey.
I am grateful for mine, even lessons I thought I was better than.
Why resist?
Let them, like a lover, have their way with us.

Squeeze every drop from them: wring yourself, a wet washrag in life's gnarly hands
Until you are squeezed, dry
And hung out

Suck these lessons, marrow from a bone
Suck it dry
I am but a wave
Not for me do I learn, but for humankind.

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Reflections bedside with my beloved Daddy Gil:

I know Dad, you’re leaving us
You have already left us
We humans are always leaving
For greener pastures
From the uneasy gait of our toddler
From our teens and fickle friendships
We are always leaving
Elvis has left the building
Our innocence leaves us followed by guilt, it was never ours anyway
Our children leave us
We leave our parents
Our parents leave us and our grandparents
The autumn leaves us
And the spring
Our ship has sailed
Life is a giant departure lounge
Your bags are packed but you can’t take them
Unpack them now, you’ll be lighter for the journey, may you live a long life
We are always leaving
Kindergarten to grade school
The chuppah to the marriage bed
Shacharit to Musaf
Dependent, independent and back again
A winnow breathing on grain leaves chaff
Butter leaves cream
An unending recessional.
And even as we are left
we too are leaving