There is nothing like the kind words of a friend with nothing to gain and more to offer than just a pat on the back. Unconditional and with no expectations except true friendship.
You are a lovely woman who will make some man the happiest soul on earth.
Sweet sweet lady you have epitomized the blue in your moniker, a side rarely seen from your graceful lips. Depth of character polished with shards of loss. Through this all there is still hope as always. Very beautiful but I was shocked to see this from you. Life ends when we fail to surprise with our depth and you have surely done so with this haunting melody. Heal your body young lady as it is aging your soul and you are so much more alluring with your childish innocence intact. Not that this does not impress but I do so much more prefer your words carried by the updraft of wings in flight.
Sadly this is often misinterpreted as Beauty is in the eye of the beer holder, as evidenced by the many women and men who have had to chew their arms off to slip out of the clutches of persons just shy of expired or developed beyond our simian ancestors.
Hours before you set off to paint the town and the buzzzz is already apparent in the title of this thread... the bee's are loosed upon us all but such happy giddy bee's they are... Be good (not too good) and do have fun for all...
America is considered a melting pot where all become one and this causes some righteous indignation as culture is not something to be lost lightly. Canada is more like a tossed salad with parts all over the place but relatively whole to some degree. We have ethnic issues as well that underly much of our nation but I do not believe it is the same as it is in the United States. Sadly even a small portion of discrimination is by far too much and we have yet a long distance to travel before we can truly be free of that horror, if ever. Accepting is the greatest part of our troubles... we do not accept that it is happeneing here and turn a blind eye to it more often than not, especially if it is a distinctive minority with a tiny voice.
Recognizing the words of others is much akin to writing them ourselves at times. To find something, recall it and bring it to the attention of others is as profound as developing it oneself. Time has allowed far too many thoughts to be written and forgotten for us to selfishly believe that we are originating much that has not been expressed before. When something touches your heart it becomes a part of you and to share it is a gift worth more than many realize. Again I thank you for this insight it is quite beautiful and noteworthy regardless of its origin.
Thank you Riya but I can only take partial credit. The stimulation for any words I have is provided by the wise guidance of persons such as yourself. Often a question is posed not to seek an answer but to uncover one for the intended audience from within themselves, and you are doing a wonderful job of allowing us to read ourselves better with such thought provoking contemplations.
As a soulmate by definition is the completing portion of your inner self, it is folly to assume we could recognize them without fully knowing ourselves. To know what we have and are is only half the equation, we must also be aware of what we are not and have not.
Any relationship is bound to encounter turmoil, it is in the strength of the two not one or the other that the success or failure is determined. And the overcoming of adversity is the reward and testimony to the endurance of our unions. Shared strengths do not mask the abilities of one or the other but compliment them to fullness, and allow us to be more that what we could ever be alone.
I agree with what you have written mylife and am pleased that you write it with such conviction. Surely a sign of deep introspection that will guide you to great happiness.
As a testament to the differences between the attraction of a man as compared to a woman, postulate this...
If a woman were to create a profile filled with nothing of any depth of character, but replete with every form of common beauty, i.e. pictures and full desriptions of her every physical property she would host reams of mail every single day.
On the other hand a man creating a profile of the same substance, devoid of any intangibles, would have some interest but not much return without the intangibles.
If a woman created a profile without a picture or one of blandness or indistinctness, but filled with depth of soul, and mind, she would not receive the desired effect.
A man on the other hand with the same requirements as above would have a much better chance of finding those women who seek exactly those qualities.
There is no guarantee that in any case that anything would come of it except oerhaps in the case of the 'beautiful' woman, not that this is a good thing by any means.
Physical attraction will always take a backseat in the hearts of women who have developed much greater senses of what they want. Of course there has to be some initial point of attraction but women are clearly the originators of beauty comes from within. Clarity of vision has not been the forte of men to this date, not to say that all fall under this category but the evidence of good men who have sought trophy wives is far and away greater than the number of women who have done so. Men tend to stay with these iconic women regardless of their depth or lack thereof and women tend to wander off in search of more pleasant surroundings. In general women are guided by their eyes and see with their hearts. And men see with their eyes and are guided by the same all too often.
Again generalizations and no assumption upon any man who has developed beyond this or any woman who has not yet joined her sisters. The only true rule is that there are exceptions to every rule.
In our enlightened times intangibles have replaced much of the requirements for beauty. Speaking purely on a physical plane, are women as attracted by symetry as a man is? Do mathematical equations figure into this context as they do for a man (i.e. the overplayed 36-24-36 ideology)? What properties are more desired physically, i.e. arms, legs, neck, shoulders, hands, feet, stomach, etc...? Does a man's plumage (hair) have any bearing still?
To what degree can the physical be overcome by the intangibles? (For example a thin or thick man being attractive for his smile, eyes compassion, integrity etc...)
Just curious as to the degree of attraction presented to the eyes of a woman, from the perspective of a woman.
I realize that there are as many ideals here as there are women but is there any sort of generalization that is an undercurrent to their physical desires?
Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's head, out of reach of all teammates.
Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling, 'Shay, run to first!
Run to first!'
Never in his life had Shay ever run that far, but he made it to first base.
He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled.
Everyone yelled, 'Run to second, run to second!'
Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the base. B y the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball. The smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to be the hero for his team.
He could have thrown the ball to the second baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intentions so he, too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third baseman's head.
Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home.
All were screaming, 'Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay'
Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, 'Run to third!
Shay, run to third!'
As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on their feet screaming, 'Shay, run home! Run home!'
Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the game for his team.
'That day', said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, 'the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity into this world'.
Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never forgotten being the hero and making me so happy and coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!
this was an email I received that brought tears to my eyes.
What would you do? ...You make the choice. Don't look for a punch line, there isn’t one. Read it anyway. My question is would you have made the same choice?
At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves children with learning disabilities, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all that attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he offered a question:
'When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does is done with perfection.
Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do.
Where is the natural order of things in my son?'
The audience was stilled by the query.
The father continued. 'I believe that when a child like Shay, who was mentally and physically disabled comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people treat that child.'
Then he told the following story:
Shay and I had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked, 'Do you think they’ll let me play?' I knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team, but as a father I also understood that if my son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.
I approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and said, 'We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth inning.'
Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, put on a team shirt. I watched with a small tear in my eye and warmth in my heart. The boys saw my joy at my son being accepted.
In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three.
In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as I waved to him from the stands.
In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again.
Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat.
At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the game?
Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball.
However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make contact.
The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed.
The pitcher again to ok a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay.
As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher.
The game would now be over.
The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman.
Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game.
I am not shy, nor am I new in the virtual sense to this site. And yet I cannot help but post in response to the wonderful effort you have undertaken here Ken. Very moving to open your hand and that of others of like mind to invite new friends. For friends is most assuredly what they are with no expectations asked or given.
Bless your heart young man, it's bloom puts the Spring to shame at times such as this.
And I questioned whether coming back was a good thing, no longer though as it is exactly this that I thought lost and have once again found.
As Ethiopia was once a nation blessed in abundance and a profusion of beauty and stature, my own soul was akin to this level of grace. Through life and the choices of myself and others I have been permanently parted from my 3 lovely children, my best friend and soulmate, and am sitting on the precipice of losing my mother. Life has physical rules of engagement and spiritual ones. I am at peace with the physical ones and seek to find the hole that saps the vitality from my spiritual sanctum like the land was pillaged in lost Ethiopia. I walk the barren landscape seeking the beauty that remains to track its path and attempt to correct the wrongs or failings that have allowed by choice or no this pillaging of what lies dearest to me.
Hence the Barren Soul. Not empty but deserted... and seeking healing through altruistic means. Hence the profile stating not looking for anyone. How could I profess to have what I seek to offer when I am lost inside my own landscape? First to repair or rebuild the self and then possibly invite someone to share. Rules of gentlemanly conduct I fear, and only appropriate in this medium I suppose.
There is a quality of beauty inherent to sorrow and loss that is akin to standing at the ledge of a verdant valley, looking inward on the ephemeral grace. It is not so much in opposition to the beauty from below, but rather a profound view removed from the source. Life has it ways of procuring clarity of thought and heart through varied lessons. I am in a period of introspection ad reflection and must of sorts embrace it to see what truth lies within.
The only price I could ever put on any words that come from my mouth, brain or heart is that the fortuntate or unfortunate who have to endure it kindly keep me in my own place. I have no right or inclination to overstep proper boundaries, but the same infusion of passion and humanity that occasionally let insipience slip past my lips and teeth, infects us all, great or small, at times.
Stooie, you are a good man and one night's foible's do not make or break you. I apologize for being harsh but I was at wit's end after reading the entirety of that thread. I had no right to make insinuations or see things beyond what was written. Inflection is not something that can be attained in this medium and has the unintended habit of causing miconstruction of ideals. Likewise there is no chance to reitierate once the die is cast so to speak, and attempts to clarify appear as unwinding words... Again I am sorry for my words, please forgive me.
I am a voiciferous man totally devoid of the ability to be silenced in public or in any other medium whe I have something I wish to say. I do enjoy peace and quiet (from myself as well) and have the ability to maintain decorum occasionally. But I do like to talk as it is the most common sort of preoccupation to learn more about our selves.
with a moniker like truth you most assuredly are (I hope!) Non-conformity is much more appealing than blending in there are already enough backdrops walking through each of our lives as it is. The red flower in a sea of white is likely the first to be noticed... and appreciated. Closer inspection determines its inner beauty so speak loud and often young lady... and welcome as well.
Hello to you as well and a hearty welcome. Bring along some of that ancient English wit and humour to sate the masses and you will have no shortfall of admirers herein. As your name intimates I expect clear and decisive posts, no pandering to the greater flock.
Even a politician with the most altruistic ideals cannot be seen for their efforts as the wrangling to undo even one piece of red tape that has been stamped upon the nation takes countless degress of patience, effort and time. The leaders of our countries come into nests of discord that have yet to be unravelled many leaders ago. It is unfair to judge them by these terms as what they can accomplish and what they attempt to do are often very different things.
On the other hand with the state of political affairs it does not seem as though the years have been kind to us and the vast majority have undertaken their own agendas rather than seek to redirect our flailing nations. I suppose it is much akin to any job though. I wonder how many doctors/lawyers would have patients/clients if their grade point average were prominently displayed on their diplomas. 51% and 100% are vastly different levels of congress towards a a prescribed field and surely have something to do with committment and level of ability to perform their respectful duties. In any job when you feel the overwhelming odds against you for change in a healthy direction, there is a tendency to drag ones feet and count the hours until the day is done. Not very endearing for positions of such great authority but they are after all merely human. Well most of them...
Each of us started life as a babe then a child... compliments were integral to our healthy devlopment of self-esteem. It is a wonderful thing to receive a compliment from someone who expects nothing but a smile and a Thank You in return.
The answer lies in mortar or a hammer... which are you holding in your heart?
Tearing down walls is not an acceptable behaviour as it is wasteful and poses the hazard of forgetting where we have been. Remodeling or restructuring the grounds is a much better consideration. That grey barricade would make a better deck with a hot-tub and such perched upon it. If you are having fun in life others will see this and join in the games. Sittling alone in your self-made prison allows you the occasional visitor but they tend to pat you on the back and get right back to the outside world real quick to enjoy the sun and fun that occurs outside each of us once we part the clouds of grey.
Please just let this damn thread die. It has already caused enough dissention as it is. If we cannot apologize then at least play on seperate fields for a while until cooler heads prevail.
Hey its a public disclaimer... they only tell it like it is...
This article does not reflect the thoughts or opinions of either myself, my company, my friends, or my cat. Don't quote me on that. Don't quote me on anything. All rights reserved.
Like a tv dinner. not very fulfilling, or truly appetizing once the package is opened, most assuredly not up to the pretentious advertising displayed on its surface. Many people just have the natural ability to sell themselves and write the most appropriate jingle to catch in your mind's eye. Somewhere along the line the entirety of the issue falls far short of the initial portrayal. The trick is to give it plenty of time to clear the state of illusion and manifest itself as a certainty. There is no assurance of deciphering the nature of the beast at times until the strike comes, but with each progressive strike comes learning and healing that protect one from continued assaults from predation. Perhaps reinvestigating your own perspective on what you are looking for might derive some clue as to how these men keep managing to show up in your life, as though there were a line up waiting to steal your innocence? There is no blame but definitely a period of evaluation and learning is called for to better serve your desires for fulfillment and happiness.
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There is nothing like the kind words of a friend with nothing to gain and more to offer than just a pat on the back. Unconditional and with no expectations except true friendship.You are a lovely woman who will make some man the happiest soul on earth.
Bless you for your kindness to a stranger!