Isn't it ironic that with the festive nature of this particular
holiday season, that in spite of all the hoopla of Christmas most
folks just want it to be over.......I do....(Sorry Jesus, it's your day
but I'm struggling with my own lonliness)
You were born
they say it was in a cave like structure
in something called a manger
I was born in a hospital with a bunch
of white babies. They say I made more noise
than any of them so maybe I was 'special'
You lived your life, did a bunch of great
acts, never told a lie or took a life. Now
that's special.
I'm still trying to figure out my life. Every
now and then, I do something that doesn't
require cuffs and shackles. I've never cheated
on my taxes, but well I do cheat on myself
most times.
I'm glad you were born. I know there were
lonely times being the Savior of the world and all.
Happy Birthday.
I'm quietly coming to terms with this new birth
that's unfolding in my life. It's lonely too. I wonder
if this will make me a better writer. A better
woman. Well if it makes me more like you then
wow.....
Icy
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Icy, my dear friend. May your Christmas and your new year be filled with peace, with fullfillment.
sometimes I think that writing must be lonely, that there is a kind of crucible that we inhabit instinctively that makes us go deep. and deep is where the words are.
I miss you. your words bring beauty to my world.
Hi Icy, I think of loneliness as a dreadful path, but we must keep climbing to get to the mountaintop.
Writing is a lonely task, but it's bearable because it's a choice.
The loneliness that's unbearable is the one we don't choose.
I found that it's bearable when I talk, cry, complain [shamelessly too], then I play music and find a way to laugh.
That someone as good and gentle and kind as Jesus exists is inspiring.
Wishing you peace, love & happiness...keep climbing.
ahh, GG - your words inspire!
Icy, I've tried to thank you, last night and again this morning, for your words on my post. Somehow it won't let me. So let me say here - having you show up made my Christmas, and your compliments were the nicest present I could have unwrapped today.
I wish you strength and happiness in your hero's journey...
The birth of one's new life is definitely lonely; sometimes it feels as though it will never come together; and then something wonderful happens... just when it gets to be too much. Isn't that amazing???
I know how you feel... I really do. Love to you Icy!!
Thanks ladies,this Holiday turned out beautiful inspite of......
"Sista Icy," he complained, "you post so rarely I don't drop by every day so I missed the beauty of your words until today."
Time, living, writing will make your words even more beautiful than they now are. I don't know how they could be made more beautiful but I sure welcome gazing on them.
Make you a better woman? Icy, the soul I feel in you could not be made more than it is. The joy that lives in your heart, your soul, your mind and that screams to the world in your words is perfection.
I am a much richer man for having encountered you as I walked down my path.
so true. your words are fresh air in this concrete jungle.
happy new year's, honey.
Hope this year brings wonderful gifts for you, Icy.
Best regards from NY! »
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