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Would You
Would a lady consider having a relationship with a guy who has had accident at work and would not be able to work again?
And if not why?
And if so why?
And if not why?
And if so why?
Something i wrote a long time ago
I Miss the Feeling By. Jared Ellis
As she left I realized,
I missed the feeling…………..
I missed the feeling,
Of her fingers running through my hair,
Of Her tiny hands gently resting in the palm of my hand,
Her cool kisses on my neck
I miss the feel of a warm hug
At the end of a long day,
I miss the feel of her eyes slowly watching me,
Waiting for me,
Longing for me,
To come and hold her once again,
I miss the feeling of
Her warm body laying
Next to mine on a cold winters morning,
The feeling of knowing she's safe,
Warm,
Satisfied,
Mine.
I Miss the feeling of Her
Just being with me and knowing
That she's not going anywhere.
I miss the feeling of warmth,
Purity,
Wholeness,
Commitment,
And Love,
I miss the Feeling of Love
In my heart,
In my mind,
And in my soul,
I miss all those lovely feeling
I miss them every day,
For the feeling that are brought
On by a lover can never fade,
Never be broken,
Or tainted,
Now I know those feeling I once felt are gone,
But I know I will someday
Feel those feelings again,
With some else…………..
This is a Poem that i Wrote a lil while ago expressing some extermly personal feeling i held a long time ago about some one. I hope you enjoyed it
je
As she left I realized,
I missed the feeling…………..
I missed the feeling,
Of her fingers running through my hair,
Of Her tiny hands gently resting in the palm of my hand,
Her cool kisses on my neck
I miss the feel of a warm hug
At the end of a long day,
I miss the feel of her eyes slowly watching me,
Waiting for me,
Longing for me,
To come and hold her once again,
I miss the feeling of
Her warm body laying
Next to mine on a cold winters morning,
The feeling of knowing she's safe,
Warm,
Satisfied,
Mine.
I Miss the feeling of Her
Just being with me and knowing
That she's not going anywhere.
I miss the feeling of warmth,
Purity,
Wholeness,
Commitment,
And Love,
I miss the Feeling of Love
In my heart,
In my mind,
And in my soul,
I miss all those lovely feeling
I miss them every day,
For the feeling that are brought
On by a lover can never fade,
Never be broken,
Or tainted,
Now I know those feeling I once felt are gone,
But I know I will someday
Feel those feelings again,
With some else…………..
This is a Poem that i Wrote a lil while ago expressing some extermly personal feeling i held a long time ago about some one. I hope you enjoyed it
je
A Couple of Things I Have Written
"When I look upon your face
And see your smile
With your eyes bunched up
It drives me wild.
With your loving arms you touch my soul
With every touch you make whole,
For you my Love I hold so dear, and
When you're away I shed a tear.
I know in my heart you belong to me
With every breath I pledge to thee
So here I am, on my knees,
Asking you to be with me
I'll love you more than life itself
Honey, I love you and no one else
Take my hand I'll lead the way
I promise to take care, of you each day
From this moment here and till the end of time
I pledge to you, my heart my mind.
So I'll take you in my arms
And hold you tight
I'll fight for you with all my might
So come with me on this road of life
Not knowing what will happen will be such a sight
With every hug and every kiss
We'll live together in heavenly bliss."
By:je
And see your smile
With your eyes bunched up
It drives me wild.
With your loving arms you touch my soul
With every touch you make whole,
For you my Love I hold so dear, and
When you're away I shed a tear.
I know in my heart you belong to me
With every breath I pledge to thee
So here I am, on my knees,
Asking you to be with me
I'll love you more than life itself
Honey, I love you and no one else
Take my hand I'll lead the way
I promise to take care, of you each day
From this moment here and till the end of time
I pledge to you, my heart my mind.
So I'll take you in my arms
And hold you tight
I'll fight for you with all my might
So come with me on this road of life
Not knowing what will happen will be such a sight
With every hug and every kiss
We'll live together in heavenly bliss."
By:je
25th CENTURY (4)
The U.P terns to a hansom yank man which while eating like a wolf, bones appeared, because has been all passion and nerves. He was the only happy person in there because he had to keep house, plenty of food, protection and sympathy from President, many friends and Mary. He was the child of-all-trades, helped those who had been requesting in exchange for knowledge. He learned for animals, for plants, mathematics and physics, anatomy and pathology, has done experiments at the lab, cooking for all and was the quickest scribe in his computer. And before fall asleep, similar to a death, read history and art. Mary were concerned about the mental health and some five weekly interview asked him, why does all of that.
- I like to learn new things, he said, and moved his eyes guilty from her Spanish eyes, because not say the whole truth. He was 13 years younker than Mary and 20 than the younger man. Some day he will inherit the humanity and culture. He should have been adequate.
They clear their rooms all by their self. Put their trash outside the door and was crossing each day he was on service and took it. That day the collecting was Y.P, perhaps because it had to be diverted to the sealed letter of Konstantine, the Russian Biologist, which slid from its bag.
He saw that it was written in Russian and thought it would be a good opportunity to start learning the language by trying to have it translated, and having thrown the letter, was entitled to keep it.
It was written on December 19 and U.P thought it had not time to post it. Word-word, daily text won and impressed. He wrote:
- I like to learn new things, he said, and moved his eyes guilty from her Spanish eyes, because not say the whole truth. He was 13 years younker than Mary and 20 than the younger man. Some day he will inherit the humanity and culture. He should have been adequate.
They clear their rooms all by their self. Put their trash outside the door and was crossing each day he was on service and took it. That day the collecting was Y.P, perhaps because it had to be diverted to the sealed letter of Konstantine, the Russian Biologist, which slid from its bag.
He saw that it was written in Russian and thought it would be a good opportunity to start learning the language by trying to have it translated, and having thrown the letter, was entitled to keep it.
It was written on December 19 and U.P thought it had not time to post it. Word-word, daily text won and impressed. He wrote:
* Happiness *
This is from an email I received last night. I decided it was something we should all remember.
Bank Account
A 92-year-old, petite, well-poised and proud man, who is fully dressed each morning by eight o’clock, with his hair fashionably coifed and shaved perfectly, even though he is legally blind, moved to a nursing home today.
His wife of 70 years recently passed away, making the move necessary. After many hours of waiting patiently in the lobby of the nursing home, he smiled sweetly when told his room was ready.
As he maneuvered his walker to the elevator, I provided a visual description of his tiny room, including the eyelet sheets that had been hung on his window. “I love it,” he stated with the enthusiasm of an eight-year-old having just been presented with a new puppy.
“Mr. Jones, you haven’t seen the room; just wait.”
“That doesn’t have anything to do with it,” he replied.
“Happiness is something you decide on ahead of time. Whether I like my room or not doesn’t depend on how the furniture is arranged … it’s how I arrange my mind. I already decided to love it. “It’s a decision I make every morning when I wake up. I have a choice; I can spend the day in bed recounting the difficulty I have with the parts of my body that no longer work, or get out of bed and be thankful for the ones that do.”
“Each day is a gift, and as long as my eyes open, I’ll focus on the new day and all the happy memories I’ve stored away. Just for this time in my life.”
Old age is like a bank account. You withdraw from what you’ve put in. So, excellent advice is to deposit a lot of happiness in the bank account of memories! I hope this blog does its part to help make that easier for you. As for me, I am still depositing.
Remember the five simple rules to be happy:
1. Free your heart from hatred.
2. Free your mind from worries.
3 Live simply.
4. Give more.
5. Expect less.
Have a great weekend!Temperaments
Is there a way to live with our natural temperaments, especially the one that make us suffer?
Perfectionnist
We all have natural temperaments we are born with. So is a bad thing to be a perfectionnist?
bruised but unbroken
It was inevitable I suppose. Walk around with half a body for six months and falling is a major possibility.
my sister said i did not really fall down the stairs, it was more as if I was catapulted into forward flight, what would have been a really cool swan dive if there had been a pool. She said i didn't make a sound, just flew and splatted onto the gravel then lay there without moving for a few moments.
I remember realising I was falling and there was nothing else to do but fall and land. I landed on my face thinking oh shit, this gravel is huge....then i was saying i'm ok i just need to sit quieytly for a minute.
there is a lot to be said for falling when half your body has no response to nerve instructions. You do not tense up as you fall so you do not break anything although there was a moment when i was sure i had dislocated my shoulder! Anyway the xrays were clear, no breaks in face arm or shoulder, no dislocation just an almighty jolt to the soft tissues and the rest of the body.
Actually I think it was worse for my sister who was behind me on the steps and saw my maiden flight in all its fatal potential than it was for me - I simply 'fall down, go splat!' losing a few inches of skin om my cheekbone, she saw her sister going headlong into hard surfaces not truly compatible with skin and bones.
Today I find I do not feel like moving much so I won't and I am going to take the painkillers and avoid all unnecessary suffering.
I am incredibly blessed and grateful not to have been really hurt, my life right now is an inextricable blend of miracles and horror, but there are more miracles than the other so I am a very lucky woman.
jeez, it was scary though!
my sister said i did not really fall down the stairs, it was more as if I was catapulted into forward flight, what would have been a really cool swan dive if there had been a pool. She said i didn't make a sound, just flew and splatted onto the gravel then lay there without moving for a few moments.
I remember realising I was falling and there was nothing else to do but fall and land. I landed on my face thinking oh shit, this gravel is huge....then i was saying i'm ok i just need to sit quieytly for a minute.
there is a lot to be said for falling when half your body has no response to nerve instructions. You do not tense up as you fall so you do not break anything although there was a moment when i was sure i had dislocated my shoulder! Anyway the xrays were clear, no breaks in face arm or shoulder, no dislocation just an almighty jolt to the soft tissues and the rest of the body.
Actually I think it was worse for my sister who was behind me on the steps and saw my maiden flight in all its fatal potential than it was for me - I simply 'fall down, go splat!' losing a few inches of skin om my cheekbone, she saw her sister going headlong into hard surfaces not truly compatible with skin and bones.
Today I find I do not feel like moving much so I won't and I am going to take the painkillers and avoid all unnecessary suffering.
I am incredibly blessed and grateful not to have been really hurt, my life right now is an inextricable blend of miracles and horror, but there are more miracles than the other so I am a very lucky woman.
jeez, it was scary though!
For years the same women are on this site!
The same women! Same fotos,... the women who live in the vacinity never contact or respond to email? Makes one wonder about the words Honest sincere trustworthy,... I guess this is a game and everyone is still single!
Stepping Back From Anger
When we find ourselves in an argument, we may feel like we are losing control of emotions that have taken on lives of their own. When we can become aware that this is happening, taking a deep breath can help us step back from the situation. Once we can separate ourselves from the heat of the moment, we may find that the emotional trigger that began the argument has little to do with the present situation, but may have brought up feelings related to something else entirely. Looking honestly at what caused our reaction allows us to consciously respond more appropriately to the situation and make the best choices.
We can make an agreement with our partners and those closest to us that asking questions can help all of us discover the source of the argument. The shared awareness can result in finding simple solutions to something physical, like low blood sugar or even a hormonal surge. Maybe we are taking ourselves too seriously, and we can just laugh and watch the tension dissolve. We could also discover that perhaps we are addicted to the excitement that drama brings and the chemicals that our body creates when we are angry. But there may be a deeper issue that requires discussion, understanding, and patience. The more we allow ourselves to step back and examine our reasons for arguing, the easier it becomes to allow real feelings to surface and guide us toward solutions that improve our lives.
When we can be clear about our feelings and intentions and communicate them clearly, we have a far better chance of getting what we want than if we lose control or allow our subconscious minds to manipulate the situation. We might take our frustrations out on the people closest to us because we feel safe and comfortable with them, but misplaced anger can cause more harm than good. Arguing for what we truly believe can empower us and help us to direct our passions toward greater life experiences. Truly knowing our reasons for arguing enables us to grow emotionally in ways that will affect our whole being.
D.O.M.
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