The Ajax Event, how memories are made. ( Archived) (78)

With tears sufficiently washing away the face paint, I rest my mind and heart for the evening.

So many emotions, so much to say........and this is the beginning..........




Hugs

To my wonderful friend Kristine...

No one can know what we shared, and no one will understand the love that transpired to do that...
Your freedom and vitality i grieve for...you took that away with you when you left...and there are no words to say how much i miss you...

You know you were my confidante, my co-hort in crime and the Thelma to my Louise...and you always will be...I would not trade a moment of being with you...and look forward to whatever life brings for both of us..

Cat said all the things i wanted to say...and like her i still find myself emotionally drained...
Those that condemn and critique you cannot understand the forces that drive you...those of us who love and care for you understand it..and we live vicariously through you...You take life by the horns and leave us in the dust...
You will get what you are looking for...because you had the courage to seek it out...and it will be a lucky man indeed who can rein that in and call you his own...
My friend i am always here for you...the girls send you their love and thank you for sharing your time with them...

Wikked

I should also add...Kristine you opened my eyes to soooo much...not only about life...but about myself...thank you for that...

Well....Urs....ya made me cry first thing this morning.


Please give those girls a big love from me, I miss them sooooooooooooooo much. No matter what or where I move to here, I will be seeing them...I still owe the flowers lesson LOL

Im glad I could be a part of everything Urs. You know whats right and what you need. You will make it just fine. Confidence girlfriend...you can do it!!

Wikked: Urs

So many times in life we have looked at one another as a one dimensional photograph. You are so much more than that.

Beyond the photograph is a woman that few know, but, should.

You are a treasure. I think of walking along the beach, as I pick up a shell, wash the clinging sand from its surface, and feel its form between my fingers, it elicits awe and admiration from within me.

The special shape, the delicate designs in its surface, the smooth flow of its convolutions, the exquisite hues of its colors, the sheer loveliness of its form command my attention and draw from me genuine wonder at you.

All of this happens in life when we least expect, we pause in mid-step to stoop down and pick up a treasure from between the tides. It takes time to do this. It takes some thought as well. It takes attention to what the sea is offering us.

The sea offered me a chance to find a rare shell. All of life will be like this for you and I. Everywhere, scattered here and there along the shore of our lives the tides of time cast up their quota of beautiful bonuses, you were one of the richest ones I have found. Sometimes these treasures may not all be obvious, some will be less than spectacular, yet scattered along the strand of our ordinary days, the precious and the rare come along. This is you.

If only others could see in you what I saw, the true beauty, beyond the photograph. The beauty of your heart. The ability to love without being loved in return is a very special gift, one which graces you proudly.

It takes a lot to be good and gracious and generous in a world where things always go in the opposite direction. I found such a generous nature in you, one that reaches out to embrace all of life. This selfless sharing entails more than any other can give and your ability to give will always enrich others lives.

You made me realize that life is not static. There are things to be discovered in each other, in our selves, in hidden talents and interests, in freedom to do things which cannot be done. You will be a wonderful gift for someone to unwrap.

I have been nourished by your wisdom and comforted by your caring embrace. You have provided me with much needed support. I have been nourished by our friendship in many ways. It has been said that when painting a friend it is ok to paint outside the lines. Your color rivals the rainbow.

I am thankful for the stimulating conversations, the vivacious, provoking, comforting and encouraging parts of you. Thankful that you taught me to go on and trust, risk to love again, dare to believe in what can be. The blanket of friendship is warm and I long to be there.

Friendship grows when we are prepared to be there, always through the good and the bad. When we can walk through a field with a few thorns in the grass and make it to the other side, our friendships will be stronger.

You accepted me unconditionally, teaching me that the secret of friendship is that all people need each other.

When the right man finally sees what I do and takes you into his heart, it is certain that he will never let you out.

You are allowed to love so let your heart sing.

Colors fade. Shorelines erode. Buildings crumble. Time passes. People change. You endure.

I looked beyond a photograph and took a chance, the reward was great. You are truly one of the most beautiful women I have ever met.

I am reminded that we are much more than just a one dimensional picture on the other end of a computer screen, we a living beings. We have the capacity to change, we hurt, we feel, we shed tears and most of all we love.

Time to shut the door behind you Urs. Lock it and throw away the key. The only doors that matter are those that you open today.

You are true beauty.

Hugs
Cat

Cat...I thought i had shed all the tears i had left for all of your leaving...I read this today...and i am in awe...and feel even renewed....

I will never again question why i love people knowing they will not love me in return...i will never again question why i do the things i do...i will just do what i feel led to do...because when i least expect it...i touch someone's life...and they in return touch mine...

Gentlepaws: Paws: L

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I am reminded of a poem:

I wish I could remember the first day, first hour, first moment, of your meeting me,
If bright or dim the season, it might be
Summer or Winter for aught I can say;
So unrecorded did it slip away,
So blind was I to see and to foresee,
So dull to mark the budding of my tree
That would not blossom yet for many a May.
If only I could recollect it, such
A day if days. I let it come and go
As traceless as a thaw of bygone snow;
It seemed to mean so little, meant so much;
If only now I could recall that touch,
First touch of hand in hand - did one but know.

You have taught me what passion really is, it is a hunger, a thirst for all that the heart, mind and soul can be. It is reaching for all that there is.

Because of you, I have touched the sky, held the stars in my hands. Danced in the moonlight with the last of the sun's rays. I can embrace the unattainable and discover who I can be.

Thank you.

You are what beauty really is wikked.

I only wish that others could see you as I did. You have touched my life in ways that no other can and you will always be connected to me because of this. Thank you again for being you. Special.


I cant stop crying..................

OK here is the Ottawa input....

Thank you for any and all kind words people.

My impressions;

I feel like creating a thread for each and every one of you.....

I am touched, tired and just now arriving home.

Urs - Thank you for the warm invite to your home, your run for me hospitality in making sure I was comfortable, had drink, was fed...you are a wikkedly wonderful woman. (thread forthcoming....)

Cat - You live up to your namesake. Cautious and careful at first, in your body language, how you move and how you warm to those when you know it is safe. I am honoured to have been your chauffeur, to have shared the little I did with a true lady of the south... (thread forthcoming....)

Leo - what a charm you are. Smooth, soft soul and yes, our meeting was far too brief. My next trip I will come have that beer. I thank you for your warm embrace and your compassionate nature, for letting me know I am not alone in that sense...(thread forthcoming)

Bailey - what can I say? You may have stated that I was everything you thought me to be....and I say the same of you...but even more still. Our time was cut short yes, but the most beautiful things come in small packages.... (thread forthcoming)

Cherie - you little package of dynamite you. Thank you for your kind, warm hospitality and for letting me share the kitchen with you. It was nice too, to meet a part of your family and finally after so long on this site, to meet the firecracker that is starlitebrite...(thread forthcoming)

For the rest I did not get to meet, hopefully fate will be forthcoming!!!

Hugs, kisses, love and all...

James