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Have you ever had a friend that gave so much that you weren’t sure you were able to match? Or one that was there for you when ever you needed them, through the sorrowful nights when your heart ached and the night was blue? When your soul was lonely and you didn’t know what else to do but sit alone in a darkened room?  Or perhaps a friend that was with you sharing your high points rejoicing in the euphoria? Taylor was that for me.  She was there, through thick and thin.  I dreamt of one day having a friend like her and on one wintry day 9 years ago she walked into my life.  But just like she entered she had to exit. Sadly the time had come for her to walk out and bless someone else with her presence.  Thanks for being such a gift, literally.  Your exit came at a time that offered its hand further than I knew.  Adios amigo!

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What is a weed you ask? Well as Ralph Waldo Emerson puts it, its a plant whose virtues have not yet been discovered.  I then can’t help but to notice how many people think us humans are mistaken as weeds of the earth.  We are not mistakes, nor have we been forgotten or discarded.  We were made for a purpose, just as a weed.  In the dictionary a weed is stated as “a wild plant growing where it is not wanted and in competition with cultivated plants.”  But you see we were wanted and we were specifically designed for a purpose to be in partnership with the earth and with one another.  When we open ourselves to see beyond our view and horizon, we allow ourselves to blossom from a weed into a flower.  As Luther Burbank puts it, a flower is an educated weed, so may we all become educated weeds.

 

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I never saw a discontented tree.  They grip the ground as though they liked it, and though fast rooted they travel about as far as we do.  They go wandering forth in all directions with every wind, going and coming like ourselves, traveling with us around the sun two million miles a day, and through space heaven knows how fast and far!  ~John Muir

Trees are like love.  There is more substance underneath which runs deep, than that which is on the surface.  For trees, the roots are the foundation of its existence, similarly with love, there is far more substantial matter below the surface than what is actually visible.  Along this journey of life somewhere, a seed is planted, blowing in on the wings of the wind. Some of these seeds take significant time, others take little, but each one is different, whichever the case it needs soil, nourishment, water, sun and time.  Just like love; without nourishment, the right foundation and a vital life force, it can not survive, no matter how great it started out or how well intended the intentions are. However, in the right soil, the seed flourishes. It sprouts and grows into a beautiful sapling which will then turn into a mature evergreen for the roots to hold up the mass through the trials of weather and storms that it will endure during its lifetime. Love needs just the same to survive, to be able to absorb the nutrients from its surroundings.  If left unattended it will surely die.  It can not walk, or live without help, it needs others to exist.

May we all learn more from our conifer friends, and may the roots of your love blossom and prosper into a beautiful tree…

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A friend of mine had on her fb status a quote from another stating something to the fact that fear is the antithesis and enemy of love. It got me thinking of a well know blue muppet….Fear is the cookie monster of love.  Just like the Cookie Monster, fear has a voracious appetite.  It sneaks around lingering for its next victim to devour. It preys on the innocent, it preys on the ones who try to protect, it preys on all who are capable.  Fears ‘main course’ is our basic necessity and requirement to survive in this world.  You might not notice from afar, but when you are near, you hear it repeating “Me want Love, Om om om om,  Me want love”.  Fear will eat anything in its path, gobbling everything that lays down in view.  If you let fear creep in, love will disappear and the only evidence you see will be the remaining crumbs of what once was known as love.

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What consists behind the walls of our masks?
If they could talk would they reveal what is hidden behind the past?

Would the memories speak of laughter and love of a daughter?
Or the wounds and pain of a forgotten slaughter?

Do they cherish the growth of a begotten generation?
Or do they improve the lives and honor of this once great nation?

If these walls were something of good memories,
then cherish them forever as eternal seeds.

If the walls of your shelter were something you rather forget,
please hear this out before you just let it sit.

Can you allow the past to surface and heal?
Would you sit down with your enemy for one last meal?

Can you move on and not let it eat you?
Will you choose to be one of the few?

There’s no use in it, to staying bitter.
As it spoils our minds and dirties our souls with litter.

If we stay locked behind these old walls forever.
We will never be able to cut the chains and sever.

We must let the past be buried where it lies,
move on, forget, and forgive the ties that bind.

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The women in the window, why does she stare out so?

Is she depressed, or full of heavy woes?

Has she captured serenity, or is this distress from a foe?

Has misfortune been her confidante, or is it thoughts of a Beau?

How long has it been, since she began?

Was it yesterday, last month or did it start with the loss of a friend?

The light trickled through the weathered pane,

landing gently across the pew, with a sun-kissed stain.

Her eyes gaze deeply, into the shimmer abyss.

Thinking beyond as her forehead and the window-glass kiss.

Grasping her necklace, with her hand on her heart.

The memories drifted and lingered far apart.

As radiance covered all that has been laid bare,

hovering and glowing with a gallant luster glare.

The outside view started to look much more enticing.

Will she go, or return with feelings that are abiding?

To stay or to go is the decision she must make, but standing still is not one to take.

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