Taking

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Let’s not take for granted the person who is there for us in the night.

Let’s not take for granted the years of service, and loving care and encouragement that sustains a marriage, a partnering, a lifetime of mess ups.

Let’s not take for granted the sunrise when we know sometimes the day is full on grey and the clouds aren’t going to scatter but we are still going to sit here waiting for them to break simply because we did a good thing yesterday.

Let’s not take for granted the difference we make in someone’s life in that time between solitude and loneliness.

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Believe in the goodness of people;  all are doing the best each can..

#for Reticent Mental Property.

Shut it

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Is this all it is?

Is this all it is?

Is this all it is?

She’s asked the question in the silence of the night, in the dew touched mornings while looking out at all she acquired-  sliced orange, bagel and tea, little birds taking the nectar from the blossoms of the porch. She has everything we aspire to create- home, hearth, health.

Not enough, the languorous moments, times of celebration, family who loves, sometimes with envy all that has been birthed in this princess fashion of a life.

Starter lives grown inside white picket fences, dragonflies fly, hummingbird hum, chrysalis shines. See her mouth open to the sky, she dances only when she’s alone.

Little time invested in the calendar of living, she’s  counted the hours, the minutes, the turns of the earth. Shameless and ungrateful, still stubborn-ugly, seeking something to tell her she’s arrived.

Cries, ceaselessly wanted –until she’s craving escape.

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Feed my mind. Feed my mind. Feed my mind. Before I eat up your heart and spit out your years. 

#for Reticent Mental Property. September 27, 2016.

 

I’ve never been to Russia

 

In Russia, there is something called a “starter marriage” It’s the one with the kids, the dog, the white picket fences. The one with jobs, and career, and home purchasing. The one with beautiful romantic ideas of white dresses, and forevers.

Then there’s the “real marriage” the one that isn’t about getting places but enjoying where you are.at.that.moment. It’s full of lovemaking, wisdom, tolerance, and flaws. It’s romantic. It’s traditional- sometimes- and it is peaceful and loving, too.

Both are valid, necessary, wonderful, learning, loving times. There’s a time for each- if needed. Rare is the “forever, til death do us part” but that is the ideal…we are raised to want this, and it is admirable if achieved.

But the true beauty of marriage is the inspiration it provides.

We all want to stand out, be amazing– only 2 percent of high school sweethearts stay together for a lifetime– human as we are, we aspire for the 2%. And that is a lovely, although not likely achievable, but still a lovely guide to find the soulmate type of connection we dream of.

Keep dreaming.

And when those first loves turn into real loves, be open to seeing the goodness of change.

And when first loves are left behind, be open to seeing that human companionship at any level may be better for some than marriage ever was.

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She was learning to love. again. And it was breathtaking. 

 

#for Reticent Mental Property. Originally posted as a comment on a friend’s blog.