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The other fact that came to me today is that I am surronded by deep mo fo's. Seriously folks. I even will throw it out there that I myself am one deep mo fo. I was laughing at Val's comment on my last entry because she quoted me and my mom. I've written 28 journals over the last 10 years. That's at least 2/year. I think this summer I am going to spend a day or two reading through them, gaining insight into who I've become and letting go of some of the past. Keeping it with me to guide me, but learning from it, if you know what I mean.
Writing frees up my mind and soul. Clarity or a clean sweep. Not sure. I just recall my Jr. year of high school hearing my teacher say, don't think, just write. When you come to a place where you aren't sure what to write, keep writing. Reality is sometimes my blog is just that. Kristen clearing her thoughts. Kristen getting her head ready for something important. So thanks for sticking around, reading, enjoying some days, quickly moving on other days.
One of the gusy that makes me laugh more than anyone else in the world celebrated his 30th birthday today. We went to our local watering hole...my old workplace...emmett's and had a few pints. Oh the joy I find in celebrating people! And he throughly deserves to be celebrated.
This is Don Heffe de los Montanas aka Jeffery. He's a little tipsy here and as soon as I get my digital plugin I'll upload a better shot of him. Oh I'm going to miss this man. BUT, he's promised to take a yearly western tour through Colorado, Cali and Arizona to see all his friends who took the wagon train out west. Did I also mention in this post that I am SO going to miss Emmett's beer. I don't think besides Guinness beer, there is better beer on this earth. And since we're there, I'm going to miss Ryan Clooney, the brewmaster/my forever crush at work like mad. Yesterday he was wearing carpenter pants and girls, you know what I am talking about when I say...mmmmmm mmmmm mmmmmmmmmm!Ok, so back to the beginning. I really would like to see some comments on this post. Share your thoughts honestly. Black Dog, you can even leave yours as I am curious...
5 comments:
I think in the end we are sorta of "defined" by our quest for love.
I was always told that Jesus was suppose to fill us up with all the love we needed. You know the old, there is a Jesus shaped hole in everyone's heart and no matter what else we try to put in it, we will never be satisfied. My point is that any quest for love always made me feel inadequate. Like I didn't love Jesus enough or maybe I didn't truely know him.
I guess that doesn't really address your original statement but it was more going off of the other Anonymous post.
What was the original question? Now I have to go back and look.
Such a good point. Which is way I think that the means in which the church tells us to be filled with Christs love is incorrect.
Jesus's love remains no matter what.
Me need to learn to love who we are, and accept that God's love is. Not matter what, it just is.
Another Great post. Very Complete Kristen, very well rounded, very reflective, and most importantly very positive. I have read them all… Some filled with sorrow, some of self guilt, some of redemption, some of pity, but the ones I really like to see are the ones of new growth, energy, spirit, peace, power, enthusiasm, reflection and character when your head is up your spirit lifts you and your words belt out what & how you are feeling. I hope you recognize this when you read your old journals.
So, back to the question, “Could it be that sometimes the hopeless romantic in us is really a heart searching desperatly for love?”
Hmmm… curious question…… I think the hopeless romantic in all of us is the attitude we live by, the smile we choose to make or the smile we can’t hold. The romantic is the williness to be loved not by one but by anyone.
Yet, hopeless by definition is:
“Having no possibility of solution; impossible” now, in the text used above this doesn’t mean the impossibility to love or be romantic.
I interpret it as, it’s impossible to know why love happens, how it happens and when. It can’t be timed. It can’t be taught, it can’t be rehearsed it can’t be bought. It’s impossible to give up on love because it inspires us, it holds us, it carries us, and it molds us.
Being a hopeless romantic is the belief in human nature that we all recognize the impossibility to give up on love, while allowing ourselves to grow, be adored, be desired, & inspired in every moment we have & at the same time, inspiring desiring, adoring, and growing with others.
Hopeless…”It’s impossible not to want to”….. Be Romantic, no searching, always willing, hoping, and always loving everything and everyone.
I think you know who I am
And Then,
BD
God Bless.
C'mon Black Dog, be a man... show yourself.
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