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“How can you lose something you’re still capable of giving? How can you fail if you haven’t stopped trying? And how can you miss as long as you’re still aiming?”
~ Mike Dooley, The Complete Notes from the Universe.
This was going to be one of my Friday quotes where I don’t give commentary. Since this one has questions, I thought it might be fun to discuss them. Continue reading “What Never Dies?”
I was thinking about my blog post (Nomads) regarding what makes a person feel like they’re home.
Remember the movie Sleepless in Seattle?
Continuing on the topic of love with a quote.
Believe for a moment, “I am loveable; I am acceptable; I am worthy;” and your victimhood comes to an end. Believe, “I am capable of loving my brother regardless of how he acts toward me” and the invisible bonds of projection fall away. If you offer . . . love that overlooks faults and soars above judgments, how can any less be returned to you?
– Paul Ferrini, I am the Door
Why did I get emotional? It surprised me how one little comment moved me.
Nothing here is permanent. Eventually, everything breaks down.
Continue reading “Breaking Down”
They say it’s usually people who are alone that disparage Valentine’s Day, but I know better. So, I’m just going to say it, I don’t like Valentine’s Day, and this is coming from someone who has had a love in my life for 30 plus years. After writing about this holiday in the past and receiving many comments over the years, I can attest that I’m not the only one. Many people do not like this holiday.
I don’t even know where to begin to write this difficult post. I hope you’ll follow along anyway, because this is important … to me.
Many of you know my life is hectic right now, but who can miss the news? So, I’m writing this on the fly.
I don’t understand a lack of faith in things unseen. Love is unseen, yet it goes on even after death. Why doesn’t love cease to exist if the person we love no longer exists?
This is not an after-Christmas, Christmas post about comfort and joy during the holidays. It’s about something else entirely.
In light of what happened in France, I had wanted to write something profound on my blog this week, but I couldn’t think of something. I mean, what is the compassionate thing to say in times like these that won’t be considered politically incorrect? I even wrote a long post and then trashed it, because it sounded preachy.
When couples get married, they presume it’s for life, and that they will grow old together. If you pay attention to statistics, fifty percent of them won’t make it that far.
Most couples don’t realize when they’re young, what growing old together really means, because aging is not for sissies.
I know of a couple who have been married for over sixty years. They show everyone the true meaning of growing old together, being the strength for one another in every moment of every day. Their love for one another never ceases.
Our modern society paints humanity with such dark, negativity. Yet, when I posted about my anxiety, I received kindness, thoughtfulness and caring from people who have only met me through a blog. As I pondered the paradox of the two, it brought forth the following poem.
Lori's Lane 