A Choice? Really?

This is a re-post of a response that I published in July of 2015, after reading a post shared by a FB friend in which he did the old…”I don’t agree, but I love Cousin Johnny anyway”. I decided that it was my turn to speak up, speak out and speak long and loud!

Timing is everything — I believe this is a great time to re-share! Comments are welcomed, but please no hatred, bigotry or discrimination.

Each One Teach One

I love you as a fellow human, as my brother in blue and the fact that you regularly show and share your love of God is a plus, in my opinion, and another reason I love you, my friend! Let me get to my point…I think there are millions of people who are missing/avoiding/ignoring one of the most important issues of all here. Everyone – and I mean EVERYONE- walking God’s green earth deserves to be respected and have their rights to live, laugh and love respected! What gives anyone the right to say where the line is drawn? Is there any difference between two men being in a monogamous, loving, RESPECTFUL relationship and a man and woman who are married?… Let’s sweeten the pot…. that married man does all he can to get a woman, other than his wife, to accompany him to his hotel room and into his bed… Do you really think God is keeping score like that? Man, with man -negative 0; man with woman +10— oops wait— she’s not his wife… better subtract a few points for that…

From what I’ve been taught, we are all sinners and, although we all have burdens to bear, none of us have the burden (or the right) to decide who goes where after death! Yes, each one should teach one BUT yes, each one should sweep around his and her own front door first, last and always!

P.S. You mentioned that you love your friends and family members who are gay and just because being gay is the lifestyle they “chose” you love them no less… People CHOOSE to lie, steal, CHEAT, commit adultery, covet thy neighbor’s wives or husbands…etc. and when caught, there are various consequences.

Answer this: How many of these consequences, in any way, compare to being ridiculed, taunted, hated by millions, treated as an outcast, mocked, treated with contempt, scoffed at, despised, etc. on a daily basis – forever? Now answer this: which of your “friends or family members” (the ones who are gay) are you calling a stupid, dumb ass, mentally challenged, effing idiot-  because surely that’s what they’d have to be to “choose” to endure all of that! I’ve met so many people in my life, heterosexual and homosexual, that I’ve forgotten who some of them are, but I’ve never met anyone who “chose” to be gay.

“Love you my brother”

And so it begins…

What happens when you find yourself falling in love with your very best friend? Do you simply relax and enjoy the ride? Do you fight it for all you’re worth… afraid that it’ll ruin things forever? Or do you stand down…run like hell leaving both relationships to dissipate like a cloud of dust after a windstorm on the prairie? Well, if you’re anything like me you wind up wanting to do all of the above— simultaneously, and then some.

You’ve got a wealth of emotion riding on your sleeve with every waking moment… not to mention the ever so romantic horse drawn carriage rides you take together in your dreams. Where did this come from? Has it been hidden, ever so conspicuously, just below the surface… just out of reach… waiting to smite you into the tailspin of a lifetime? Come on it’s your best friend. You’ve known all along that there was a helluva connection but you both thought it was strictly platonic… until that fateful day when the rubber (no pun intended) hit the road. It happened so suddenly… so suddenly that the fireworks that would have gone off  in your head were silenced by the sound of your own beating heart. You became entangled in a rapture of love, no holds barred, get it and give it where you live type of affair never before seen or felt. An affair that would break all the rules, stand the test of time and stand the test of writing, making and breaking new rules of engagement for people throughout history.

How do you handle this when its too good to let go; you know, too scary to fathom, not to mention too nerve racking to fully embrace such an outlandish notion. Who does this? Do people in their right minds really allow this type of nonsense to happen? Well they do, it does, and it has.

And So It Begins…

 

 

What do you do…?

So I had a conversation with a friend earlier today and we talked about my guy, Lucca. We talked about his beautiful life, his illness, the surgery and his final days. My little girl was in the room with me and when she suddenly buried her face in my chest, I realized she was crying. This was the first time I’d seen her cry for him since about 2 days after he died. I, on the other hand, have had countless tearful days about “my dude”. How was I to know she was still hurting? After all, he was MINE, MY guy, MY dude, MY handsome man!

I held her close and stroked her beautiful, dark, curly hair. Neither of us muttered his name and neither of us acknowledged her tears- we simply hugged until they stopped.

I don’t know if this was anyone else’s “right” way of dealing with this type of thing….

but it was ours…

 and he was too!

The Creative Blogger Award!

Hello fellow bloggers,

Lori over at therattlingbones.wordpress.com was nominated by Akirra for the Creative Blogger Award. Lori has in turn, named her nominees by way of an open invitation to all, as is her normal practice.

Thanks Lori, for this random act of kindness.

The rules are simple:

  1. Nominate others
  2. Post the link of the blog that nominated you
  3. Share 5 random facts about yourself

In an effort to be sure this continues we nominate the following five fascinating bloggers and we challenge each of you to pass the torch/badge——

  1. livingwithbenji
  2. patchworkrainbows
  3. thesnarkyblonde
  4. husbandandhusband.net
  5. irtfyblog.wordpress.com

Again, we were nominated/invited by Lori at therattlingbones.

5 Random facts about Runaway Nuns and Leprechauns

  1. We’re a two member team
  2. We are both September babies
  3. One of us hate pickles and the other loves them
  4. We each have two children
  5. One of us loves animals… the other one… not so much

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Hibiscus

  Beautiful layered petals

Still wet from morning dew

dark green foliage all around

my bright and early view

Come one come all to see this thing

Of such beauty, and such grace

Then take my advice as you saunter by

And leave it in its place.

My First Challenge—love/hate

 

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Evening everyone, I’ve been chosen by the talented blogger/photographer Rich over at  wafflemethis to participate in the love/hate challenge. Go over and give him a browse, he’s got some awesome photographs that you’re sure to like!

Ok, so here are the instructions:

List 10 things I love and 10 things I hate – then nominate 10 fellow bloggers to do the same-

…ok here are 10 things I love

  1. my girls
  2. my family
  3. writing
  4. working in my yard
  5. scary movies
  6. scaring my girls
  7. sunny days
  8. designing and building “things”
  9. reading
  10. hanging out with my girls

…and 10 that I hate

  1. squash
  2. dishonest people
  3. being stuck inside on rainy days
  4. sleeping past 7 on sunny off days
  5. cold showers
  6. cold weather
  7. constant humming
  8. paranoid people
  9. mean people
  10. guys who sag their pants

And the nominees are…

  1. https://yolomoments12.wordpress.com
  2. riddlefromthemiddle.com
  3. underdaddy.com
  4. alittledaydreamer.wordpress.com
  5. joshunda.com
  6. almostfarmgirl.com
  7. virgobeauty.wordpress.com
  8. wildero64.wordpress.com
  9. https://sophiespeaksup.wordpress.com
  10. http://sowsweet.me

Was it Love? (a poem)

Was It Love?

Oh, but can the pain of a burden so heavy as deceit

Be cleared away so easily

With the mere touch of a soft hand to a wet cheek

Or the mere whisper of a sensuous word to a closed ear?

A burden of such magnitude,

A burden of such deformed placement,

A burden of such seemingly occult origin

Must be a burden of an offensive and doomed destination.

To say it will resolve itself,

To say it can be at all resolved

Is to say that you believe in more than miracles –

It is to say that witchcraft and sorcery are at the root of your being

Or has lov been falsely used and accused

 A victimized self created deceit

In and of itself

throughout the duration of its unbeing.

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“Love Locks”

Padlocks of Passion: kc8oLkn6i

A Campaign Push created by Runaway Nuns and Leprechauns

Today I read an article about the famous Pont des Arts bridge in Paris. If you’re not familiar with it, in brief, it’s the bridge that’s been adorned with approximately one million padlocks. So much so that it has earned the moniker “Love Lock” bridge; not to slight the padlocks which are affectionately referred to as “love locks”. The locks have been placed there by a mere fraction of the lovers who have toured this city of love. Using the bridge and the lock as a way of expressing their undying feelings for one another, they sign the locks then lock them on the bridge’s metal grills and toss the key into the beautiful Seine River below. The bridge connects the École des Beaux-Arts to the Louvre and it overlooks the Eiffel Tower.

This simply beautiful tradition, so rich in sentiment, affection, passion and devotion has come to an end. Sadly, the locks have been deemed a safety hazard and must be removed.

In a tribute to this lovely tradition and in an effort to preserve it’s foundation and dedication to undying feelings, we are creating a “padlocks of passion” campaign. This campaign is designed to afford everyone an opportunity to embrace and showcase his or her passion and affection for the person, place or thing that makes them who they are, or that drives them crazy or wild, or that completes them or that simply makes them smile. This can be you lover, your children, your parents, your favorite ice cream or your pony. Basically, you can declare your passion for whatever suits you!

Instructions:

1.   Purchase or pull out an old padlock

2.   Write your name and your “passion’s” name on it

3.   Snap a pic of it

4.   Email the pic to us at elitepottagold@gmail.com

5.   Attach the padlock to a chain link fence, a bridge rail grill, a park bench rail or anything/place that you can securely place it

6.   Throw the key into a river, lake, the ocean or any other large, deep body of water (no, your backyard pool doesn’t count—no take backs)

7.   Place a comment in the comments section of this post letting everyone know you’re in, where you hung your padlock and where you tossed the key

Each day we will copy, paste and upload any new pics and we will keep everyone updated on our progress.

If this takes off like we think it will, we will create an entire page dedicated to our “Padlocks of Passion” campaign. The plan is to eventually have our entire blog family featured (somewhere) by way of this campaign. Hopefully this will spread like wildfire.

Having a passion fosters love, life and hope so let’s start a blogfest of passion!!

Definition of Passion-

Strong or powerful emotion

Boundless enthusiasm: any powerful or compelling emotion or feeling, as love or hate.

Strong amorous feeling or desire; love; ardor.

A person toward whom one feels strong love or sexual desire.

A strong or extravagant fondness, enthusiasm or desire for anything

(for example a passion for music.)

See original article at:  http://nydn.us/1GcdXmo

Please invite and encourage your fellow bloggers, Facebook friends, etc., to join in. Be sure and provide them with the instructions and our email address. 

Thank you God!

Saturday’s are really hard for me without my Lucca so I didn’t post anything in highlights–

—in a nutshell here’s how my day went…

My older daughter wasn’t home when we lost Lucca but the struggle has been almost as real for her as it’s been for me.

She lives and works 3,000 miles away and she’s just starting out so visiting home right now is kind of tough.

—Yesterday I walked outside and there she was- walking up the driveway… saying “does somebody need a hug?” I screamed, grabbed her and I held on/hung on for dear life!—

When I let go (I had to share her with her little sister) she said that each time she’d spoken with me since Luke’s death she knew I was still having a hard time. She said she thought I needed a hug and so she came home to hug me. I’m so glad she did! I think the healing can begin now!

Thank you God!

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