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ARE WE HAVING FUN YET?

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THIS IS SUPPOSE TO BE FUN!

THIS IS SUPPOSE TO BE FUN!

Saturday, January 21, 2012

BOOGEY MAN

When the kids are little we spend an enormous amount of time convincing them and re-assuring ourselves that there is no such thing as a boogey-man.

Kid in tow we triumphantly open the closet doors, check under the bed and with complete confidence look behind the bedroom curtains.

Flash forward 15 years. Daughter is in her first apartment. Son is off to college. They are confident and intoxicated with the youthful notion that they are invincible. Nothing bad will ever happen to them. Maybe someone else but not them.

Now it's time to fess up. After years perpetuating the "there is no boogey-man mantra," out of our own fears and watching the news we have to say that there is in fact many boogey-men.

There are rapist, killers, freaks, druggies, robbers, fire bugs, criminals, sex offenders of all kinds and many other things that go bump in the night. All boogey men, all capable of inflicting harm, mutilation, and death. The boogey-man is real!

Please be careful. Never approach a vehicle alone, lock your door, stay alert, check in with the ole parents often, never have a first date in unfamiliar territory and let people know where and who you are with.

And pray!

Are you afraid for your 20 something children and grand children? What do you tell them to make them believers of the dangers of this world?

Monday, January 9, 2012

I AM MY BELOVED; AND MY BELOVED IS MINE

May 2010 was the last time I succumbed to my uncontrollable urges. You know the passions I mean. The one's that hurt you, yet your heart aches for them. Desire is a beast. No matter how hard you run and hide your true self always catches up to your desires. No matter what petty distractions capture your thoughts, it is fleeting and momentary.

My lover always return to me. And my desire is made stronger by the time we have spent apart. As I sink into my chair, I can feel the rush of blood run through my throbbing veins. My fingers tremble as I inhale deeply preparing myself for the electricity to jolt my heart. My mind is alive as my fingers run deftly across the keys of my lap top and words, pictures, sights, sounds, stories come back to me as I am thrust into an imaginary magical world of writing.

My lover has returned, and I prepare myself for the criticism and rejection that surely will follow. I can run no longer.

In other words....I'm baaaaack!!!!! Forgive me for staying away from you so long.