Adventures with one's soul

This night alone seems haunting.

Words have impact beyond any other. Their impact hits the hardest, lingers longer, stings a song beyond belief, and leaves damage and marks that no object could achieve.

After use an object gets put away out of site, but those things that flowed off the tounge never can be put away and the effects will always stay. It does not matter how many others follow that which have been spoken, for the damage will forever remain.

Just another random thought in the moment in time on a journey to one's soul.

" Nothing is achieved without sacrifice."

I don't know what it is about this time of the day but I always get butterflies, and an excitement fills me. It doesn't matter how exhausted I am or how ill I feel, this feeling always arises.

I anxiously await when Sir comes through that door from work.

To be able to wrap my arms around him or give him a moment of reprieve with his head in my lap.. I crave those moments.

No matter how loss for energy my body holds when he is home it is like I have been recharged and a child full of enjoyment at a playground.

The sky above me is darkening once again. The slow subtle wind starting to speak ever more fiercely. The birds song starting to fade as the approaching moisture threatens to fall.

I know most are tiring of the scenery that has been places upon this stage for days and are growing weary waiting for it to end, but I on the other wish it could stay.

Joy upon my face and a fire in my veins and as a burst of droplets kiss the ground a feeling of freedom in my soul unbounds.

My father told me long ago that there are different kinds of love and that not everyone has the same meaning of love.

He would tell me " you better make sure that what you mean when you say you love someone matches to what they mean when they tell you they love you, if not you will more times than not find yourself in heartbreak all because of a difference in interpretation."

Best advice I have ever gotten.

Chaka.  I'm every woman!

As the rain makes music around me I can't help but get lost in its rhythm. The strong but subtle wind directing its path the intensity building, climbing and lowering for that perfect moment to release.

Watching as the drops pound harder to the surface. Faster they start to drop, greater in the amount.

Allowing every sensation touch my skin escaping in the added sounds that erupt in booms from the sky.

Eyes watching as the electricity shoots across the sky to match what is in the veins.

Slowly becoming drentched in its embrace. Slowly arching my head backwards neck lengths towards the sky arms in suspension towards my side until nothing is left but a dripping mass of flesh fully cleansed and revived.

Listening to Lady Gaga, Poker Face...

I have always loved this song, but for some reason today the lyrics resonates much deeper with a different strong meaning...

Just a random thought in a moment in time.

This is not a thank you to my sir, but a thank you to all of you lovely people, and this site.

Even though I dont know any of you personally, as to say in person, in a way you guys are becoming a part of my everyday life.

I find myself checking the site often to see if those whose blogs I follow have added any new thoughts, to see what new blogs have been made by those that I have get to come across.

Almost like I am checking with a friend through out their day to see what's going on with them.

On those rare occasions when I can place words to my thoughts ( at least the ones that I think should go here) I then have a place to share my voice and enjoy the comments and feedback, and oh how freeing it is to know that I have somewhere to go to express my thoughts and feelings about this part of me

So thank you so very very much to you lovely people!

You all are so amazing!