Meri's Musings

For better or worse. How has love  (or the absence of it) changed you?

Life is uncertain. It can end at any time, whether or not we're ready. So inhabit yourself fully. Be who you are, deep in your soul. Be present.  Notice (and celebrate) every single moment. Give hugs. Say what you need to say from a place of kindness. Shine your light out into darkness. Practice being love embodied. Drink every last drop of life every day.

I wish. . . . someone special would love me as much as I loved you

I won't stop believing in love, no matter how unlikely it seems that I will ever find it again.

I love pretty vignettes meaningful words light and shadows filtering through my life, creating balance and depth unexpected treasures rusty things the scent of lilacs furry felines (hello, Deja Mew) and knowing that I am living gentle and well.  What about you? What do you love? 

Expressing gratitude is one way to share love. The more you share it, the more you receive, even though that might not be your intent when you're feeling and radiating love and goodwill. Funny how that works!

What gives me joy? The men in my life. . . my dad and my sons and the birthday boy son of my son. To play along and share the joy: 1. do a post that tells and shows us  what gives you joy. 2. capture the URL of the specific post  and paste it into the  Mr. Linky box along with your name. 3. visit other players -- as many as possible --  and let their joy infect you.   Leave them a comment about their post. Let's start an epidemic of joy!

Don't you just love those "verification" words, the key that opens the door for comment posts? The other day, I got a wonderful made-up word. INTIMID. I think that's what you are when you're wounded or inexperienced or worried about how you look, but you're easing your way toward intimacy with someone new ever so slowly.  .  . with eyes averted when the whole process gets a little too intense or the fear rises up like a bulimic episode. Gently sliding toward connection. So full of hope, but a bundle of nerves. Wanting to get close, but holding yourself back just a little. Intimid.