Circle: What goes around comes around
Circle: What goes around comes around
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I’m Really OK
a correction
I know what its like to be loved, I know what its like to be desired, I know what its like to be without romantic love, I know what its like to still desire. I have zero complaints. Having a soul connected love for almost fifty years, not without its problems, is a wish I wish for all the single women who have never known such love. The void is covered gently, but with a strong steel grateful protector. The internet is not a place I will meet another love. I may never meet another and that’s perfectly ok. I’m forever grateful for the loves, not romantic, that I have in my life. Family and friends as I have always said, “my emotional transfusions.” Not sad today even thought it’s gloomy outside. Having a lovely cup of Lemon Verbena Tea, with honey, cinnamon, turmeric, and at the bottom of the cup…
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Self Love
“The only cure I have ever known for fear and doubt and loneliness is an immense love of self” Alison Malee
Important Tool
When you learn how to intellectualize your emotions, you’re in charge and that’s empowering.
The heart and brain must work as a team. Self love means respecting and protecting yourself. Be with those you trust and a red flag is exactly that.
Your intuition and common sense… also a great team.
It’s all about how important are you… to yourself.
A few emotional tools I use…. constantly .
Going Home…….Again
Once again, after a wonderful summer in Virginia, it’s time to go back to NYC. It’s so much more than a vacation . My life changes. Certainly not lonely in the city, just alone. Mostly. I do have a best friend in my bedroom that I don’t have here. My TV. Goes on first thing in the morning and shut off last thing at night. I didn’t miss you.
I promised I wouldn’t think about packing up the cartons until the day before I need to do. I didn’t keep my promise. I’m sad. I’m not exactly going home to a boring life. My family, friends and tickets to the venues I enjoy are waiting.
But my family and friends in Virginia hold a special place in my heart. May I add, I’m forever grateful having two places with an abundance of love in both. Viorica’s friends became my friends.
It’s the laughter, happy feelings , and special bonding with my sister in law I will miss…….I thankfully don’t need taking care of, but it’s what she does. Home cooked meals almost every night . Our sharing
talks about everything every night. The beach memories with wonderful deWitt family . Private talks with my enchanting smart and beautiful grand/great nieces . It’s everything . I lead a surburban life here as well. . Going to the train station with Viorica, I’ll once again say, “ I can’t believe it went so fast.
And again, Emma and Hannah brought up their idea of me moving here, buying a home with the two Gaga’s and living together as the Richmond Golden Girls…. and once again, I think which one would I be???
Fantasy Love: Ridiculous or Fun?? Depends on the time and day you ask me!!
I haven’t had a garden in almost 14 years. The land baren and arid.
Someone “promised me a rose garden.” Over and over again he wrote me how he would love and nourish the soil. He was also without a garden. He seemed to know what was necessary to go from gloom to bloom.
Patrick, the potential gardner, was from a far away land. Australia, and knew nothing about soil conditions in NYC.
It seems he was tending gardens in Melbourne where he was obviously more comfortable.
It’s never my style to be demanding, but it was my first real garden and I wanted it to be lovely. Bright colors and the right ratio of plants and flowers. Integrity, good work ethics, and of course honesty. I appreciated his daily assurances.
i never asked for references. I have a keen sense of intuition. It was that ability that prompted me to write a goodbye message. Too much distance. His many health issues.
Over 500 emails from May-August. Seems excessive. I guess my judgement impaired with the vision of a magnificent garden.
I was going to send my last message. I didn’t have to. I received his. Expected because he was never specific in his plans to visit. He had more health issues.
I believed he was the man for the job. He wasn’t. It was what it was and it was what it wasn’t. Simple.
He decided to stay in his own backyard. I felt free and empowered.
I wanted a garden, not a yard🦋🌻🌺🌷🌼🌲🌹🌸🌾
A Moment In Time
They are sisters in law . More like loving sisters. Both woke up with heavy hearts. After dinner, one put on disco music and the two of them danced, laughing, and fantasizing in the kitchen. A beautiful moment and their hearts were lifted.
House Call: 1963 Last Time A Pediatrician For My Infant Son: 2018 ENT For Me
Difficult to get an appointment with a specialist… especially an ENT in allergy ridden Virgwinia. Lush greens and trees everywhere. I’m living in a forest, or so it seems.My allergies in full bloom. I ended up with an ear infection. Earliest appointment was waiting a week.Seen immediately at Urgent Care.
$50 later I left RiteAid with ear drops .
My sister in law met an acquaintance that evening whose husband had recently retired. Magically he was an ENT. His wife cheerfully offered his services saying it would give him something to do.
A few texts and he was on his way. A neighbor. Making a bonafide house call.Physicians bag and very professional. Washing up and then taking notes. Out came a thing, ( my medical terms not accurate), to flush out wax from my infected ear, that caused temporary deafness. Infection was gone.
I can hear again.
At the end of the visit, I said how much I appreciated his care, and rather than some useless gift, what’s his drink of choice? It was a ale made in Richmond. My pleasure to drop off a six pack, as he asked .
In this crazy world, it’s comforting to know kindness exists. That never goes out of date, like housecalls.
Hope everyone is enjoying the lazy hazy days of summer. Allergy free…
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