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GipsyDharma… I am in love!

25 Apr
GipsyDharma.com - I'm in love!

GipsyDharma.com – I’m in love!

Ok, people.  You know I don’t often (actually, have I ever?) make clothes/fashion posts, but this time, I’ve just got to make an exception.  Today I came across the most AMAZING boots (and some oh-so-adorable leather skirts) that I just have to share!

The boots (and skirts!) not only look uber-comfy, but they also look like the most adorable pixie or fairy or forest sprite footwear ever! Continue reading

Dear Me

16 Apr

Dear Me,

I wanted to start by saying thank you.  Thank you for trying to protect me all these years.  Thank you for building those walls when I wasn’t strong enough to face the world.  Thank you for studying people and watching them so closely, and alerting me every time they did something suspicious that was similar to other times I’d been hurt.  Thank you for tucking me deep down, away from all the pain and the hurt that the world can bring.  Thank you for everything.

But it’s time for me to come out now.  It’s time for me to face the world and feel the sun on my face.  I can’t stay locked inside anymore.  It’s time for me to stop hiding and start healing.  I can’t stay protected forever.  The walls we built have turned into a prison.  I need to be free, to get a few bumps and bruises, because that’s the only way I will grow.  I’m not saying I don’t need you anymore, because I do.  This is all very new to me, and I’ll need a safe place I can come to when I start getting overwhelmed.

It’s not that I don’t appreciate the things you’ve done for me, but the things that once helped me are now hurting me.  It’s time for us to come up with a new way of dealing with the outside.  I’m willing to work with you on this, because you have been faithful and strong for me, but you must find it within you to start breaking down some of these walls.

You have been the truest friend I’ve ever had, but it’s time for us to let go of all of the old hurts and realize that hiding away isn’t going to stop the hurt from happening.  Life is going to hurt, but the walls mean there’s no one else around to make it better again.  We are no longer children, and we know that hiding our head beneath the covers only protects us from the monsters that live in the closet, not from the monsters that live in broad daylight.

We can be strong without being distant.  We can love without fear.  Living life waiting for the other shoe to drop hasn’t made us happy, so it’s time for a change.

I know it’s scary, but we can do it.

We have to do it.

It hurts too much not to.

Love,

Me

93 Days and 17 hours… and a Kitten.

24 Feb

That’s how long it has been since my last cigarette.

That’s right, so far there’ve been NO slip-ups for me!  I am officially three months smoke free, and my Love has gone his first full 24 hours without a cigarette.  He hasn’t quit, but he has still cut back significantly, and finally says he actually wants to quit.

I am so proud of him.

I am so proud of ME!

I have passed on approximately 3,748 cigarettes (~187 packs), which equals to roughly $637.00.

YAY, me!

Okay, enough tooting my own horn.  On to the cute stuff!

Lucky, my kitten (who isn’t really ‘kitten’ size anymore).  I did promise to have pictures (and I do) however, the only ones that are on the computer are from when we first got him, so you will see the ‘ball-o-fluff’ photos for now.

Lucky's First Bath

Lucky’s First Bath

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Apathy (A Poem)

24 Sep

Often we hear it said that the opposite of LOVE is HATE.

Please allow me to disagree.

For the true opposite of love

Is Apathy.

For the opposite of that which holds us in thrall

Is not to care

About it

At all.

 

AT 9/24/13

inspired by comments on the post below

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Never Give Up – Video

24 Sep

Tonight’s YouTube video.

If you like it, please take a moment to LIKE the video through YouTube as well as the blog post… and a moment to share it with others. 🙂  Thank you!

 

Hoping They Hear Me

17 Aug
English: Fragment of the USSR greeting card wi...

English: Fragment of the USSR greeting card with calendar and assistant postal markings advertising zip-code writing, 1962 Русский: Фрагмент поздравительной открытки СССР с календарным и дополнительным почтовым штемпелем, призывающим указывать почтовый индекс, 1962 год (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Tonight I did something I haven’t done in a very long time, and something I’d never done before.

I read a blog post here about how nice it is to get a handwritten note or letter in the mail, and I decided that I would do the same.  I pulled out my dusty stationary and began writing a note to my mom.  It’s been a very long time since I wrote a letter to be put in the mail and sent off, even longer since I wrote one by hand that wasn’t written on the inner flap of a greeting card.

After I finished the letter to my mom, I didn’t want to stop, so I decided I would write another letter, this one to my nephew.  He’s almost 16, and his home life is pretty rough right now, and I had intended to just write him a little note telling him that I loved him and stuff, but it turned into a lot more.  I wrote to him about how soon he would be a man, and how important it was to know just what kind of man he wanted to become.  I told him to respect himself, and to respect women, even when they don’t respect themselves.  I asked him to be kind, I told him that there was always time for one more hug, and that no one ever regretted not being a worse person in life.  I told him that I loved him, and that I would be there for him if he ever needed me, and that the hard times will pass, even though they may not seem like it right now. Continue reading

The Only True Lack In Our World Today

15 Aug
Exchange Money Conversion to Foreign Currency

Exchange Money Conversion to Foreign Currency (Photo credit: epSos.de)

We are led to believe that there is scarcity in this world, and that is a lie.  The only thing there is a shortage of is money.  The goods are there, the food is there, the power (solar, water, geothermal) is there.  The only lack we have on this earth is lack that was created by those who wanted to have, while others had not.

What is the only thing standing between the homeless and a home?  Money – the materials exist, they simply cannot afford them. Continue reading

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