alone in the winter

 for all those feeling the cold...
inside and out...

Love is a Burning Thing.......Hurt

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 Ring of Fire

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"The more you have loved and have allowed yourself to suffer because of your love, the more you will be able to let your heart grow wider and deeper. When your love is truly giving and receiving, those whom you love will not leave your heart even when they depart from you. The pain of rejection, absence, and death can become fruitful. Yes, as you love deeply the ground of your heart will be broken more and more, but you will rejoice in the abundance of the fruit it will bear..."  bb

Sometimes the hardest goodbyes are the ones never said, the ones that always just hang there in the back of the mind like a dark cloud. There's so much to say but no one to say it to because the person you want most to hear it is already gone. That's how he felt. Sorrow, regret, a wound so deep it didn't even bleed. Like a puncture wound, an ache that didn't heal but just hurt. He didn't know if he wanted it to heal. That'd be too much like a final goodbye...vb

Whatever the cause, I could not meet his sunshine with cloud. If this were my last moment with him, I would not waste it in forced, unnatural distance. I loved him well - too well not to smite out of my path even Jealousy herself, when she would have obstructed a kind farewell. A cordial word from his lips, or a gentle look from his eyes, would do me good, for all the span of life that remained to me; it would be comfort in the last strait of loneliness; I would take it - I would taste the elixir, and pride should not spill the cup.
Charlotte Brontë

 “There is one emotion that is stronger than fear, and that is forgiveness.”.. The Tale of Despereaux


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Love is A Long Road

Yeah it was hard to give up
Some things are hard to let go
Some things are never enough
I guess I only can hope
For maybe one more chance
To try and save my soul
But love is a long, long road

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How do you mend a broken heart?

 

karma, interrupted: ...

karma, interrupted

A very young grey cat found on Main Street, with bullet/shot of some sort in her little body; one pellet still and forever in her upper left cheek…

She lived a dozen years
 in Shangri-La: idyllic and wild farmlife with acres of grasses and trees and small creatures for…chasing—leaping---

  human companions who walked the grounds, perfect and solicitous vet care...

Of an evening
 she is taken by one of the lovely bald eagles that live down at the river.

 Instant karma’s gonna get you, the perfect karmic resolution to a life where she too played the Predator, taking a mouse or wren as easily as the eagle took her…

I walk into the living room and ask, what if we were Buddhist enough, our zen perfect, and 

we experienced

 the death of the cat as a slate wiped perfectly clean, karmically:

Look, the eater of birds has been eaten by a bird;
freeing her for her next visit, unencumbered..

 and calmly, wondrously ponder the order of karma…the dispassionate truth of dharmic balance; the peaceful Void, the great oohhmm.

But no. 

Where there is Love, the space-time of karma is interrupted.

There is no void; 

Love is the light which pierces the darkness.

with love comes pain
for now

mtodd2014

On all the levels

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How to laugh on a gloomy day: sweetest friday redux

These are from pinterest and they made me laugh. out loud.

i just can't help liking the lols.

rock wid it, Roll wid it....

Some gifs for laughing (out loud)

when you can't sleep, try to amuse yourself