I'm so thrilled that Lucille has decided to drop in again! Thank you!
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Shades of Fantasies…
“It’s a quarter after one and I am alone…your picture perfect memory is there in my mind.”
Yes, a subtle word play on Lady Antebellum yet the translation is synonymous.
"I’d rather hurt than feel nothing at all.” Been there…done that. The rawness of heart….when bases are open… to allow newness. Scary shit…let someone in??...
"I can’t fight it anymore!….Do I cross your mind?...I have lost control.”…Yes, and I am loving it.
The sheets are cool. The overhead fan blows sensual waves across my skin. I touch myself in shadows of moonlight…and I miss you.
I close my eyes and I am floating…will you catch me if I fall? A tall order in a time of exaggerated independence. It’s later now and sleep is elusive. Your lover…real or imagined is not naked beside.
Drifting deeper into want…. the visions of soft touching…hard thrusting… can no longer be denied.
Passion is a soul thing…yet passion is a real thing and fatal to be without. It is now 4AM. Time to sleep and dream. My angels come and play with their fairies. They dance a dance of flowers and rain. They know no shame. The rain is soft and kind…the flowers are stroking my body…the moon is full and luscious. Yet, all I can do is think of him.
ldorothy "Sex and her City."
6/16/15Shades of Fantasies…
Thursday, October 13, 2016
Wednesday, October 5, 2016
The interview
I want to introduce my Facebook friend, Lucille Dorothy.
I met Lucille several years ago on Facebook through a mutual friend.
It's amazing to me how such strong friendships can be formed over the Internet.
We've shared our trials, tribulations, sorrow and happiness.
I'm hoping one day to meet her face-to-face.
It wasn't until later that I discovered she was a talented writer. After much encouragement to share her writing, I'd like to introduce her today as my guest Du Jour on my blog.
Thank you for sharing, Lucille!
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'The interview.'
"Do you have a boyfriend?"
"I have many, many men friends and women friends."
"My question is are you in a relationship with someone?"
"I am in many relationships at a time with someone."
"Are you with one person?"
"Usually I am, unless my friends decide to go out together"
"I mean...is there one person you choose to be with?"
"There are many persons I choose to be with."
"Is there one person you choose to wake up with?"
"Me."
"Is there one person you want to be there to support you?"
"Me."
"Is there one person that makes you happy?"
"Me."
"Is there one person who knows your heart?"
"Only me."
"Is there a person you want to be there when you cry, a person you trust?"
"That is a hard one."
"Why?"
"Sometimes you learn that trust is put in the hands of those that had an agenda...they were only
around when it worked for them."
"So you don't trust anyone?"
"No, I trust those that never left. The ones that would come in the middle of the night. The ones that would not ever refuse a request because they know I would not ask if there was not a good reason."
"Are there many of those in your life?"
"Enough, but I know not to abuse it because as much as they love me, I love them."
"What do you mean 'we'?"
"We tend to take advantage and forget most difficulties we can handle if we reach inside for the strength."
"Where does your strength come from?"
"The knowledge that they are there."
"Why do you know they would be there?"
"Because they love the same God I do, and he will never forsake me or them."
"I don't understand."
"It's a heart thing of hope and faith. It's built on trust."
"What is trust?"
"The unanswered gift of grace only given when you believe."
"Believe in what?"
"That is an answer you must find for yourself."
Lucille Dorothy
9/30/16
I met Lucille several years ago on Facebook through a mutual friend.
It's amazing to me how such strong friendships can be formed over the Internet.
We've shared our trials, tribulations, sorrow and happiness.
I'm hoping one day to meet her face-to-face.
It wasn't until later that I discovered she was a talented writer. After much encouragement to share her writing, I'd like to introduce her today as my guest Du Jour on my blog.
Thank you for sharing, Lucille!
~~~~~~~~
'The interview.'
"Do you have a boyfriend?"
"I have many, many men friends and women friends."
"My question is are you in a relationship with someone?"
"I am in many relationships at a time with someone."
"Are you with one person?"
"Usually I am, unless my friends decide to go out together"
"I mean...is there one person you choose to be with?"
"There are many persons I choose to be with."
"Is there one person you choose to wake up with?"
"Me."
"Is there one person you want to be there to support you?"
"Me."
"Is there one person that makes you happy?"
"Me."
"Is there one person who knows your heart?"
"Only me."
"Is there a person you want to be there when you cry, a person you trust?"
"That is a hard one."
"Why?"
"Sometimes you learn that trust is put in the hands of those that had an agenda...they were only
around when it worked for them."
"So you don't trust anyone?"
"No, I trust those that never left. The ones that would come in the middle of the night. The ones that would not ever refuse a request because they know I would not ask if there was not a good reason."
"Are there many of those in your life?"
"Enough, but I know not to abuse it because as much as they love me, I love them."
"What do you mean 'we'?"
"We tend to take advantage and forget most difficulties we can handle if we reach inside for the strength."
"Where does your strength come from?"
"The knowledge that they are there."
"Why do you know they would be there?"
"Because they love the same God I do, and he will never forsake me or them."
"I don't understand."
"It's a heart thing of hope and faith. It's built on trust."
"What is trust?"
"The unanswered gift of grace only given when you believe."
"Believe in what?"
"That is an answer you must find for yourself."
Lucille Dorothy
9/30/16
Sunday, January 24, 2016
Snow Chains
~Snow Chains~
Biting gusts that prick and sting
Seeping into my fragile skin
Mother Nature has now receded
Leaving behind a black that whispers
Frigid flakes dance and swirl
My vision is dark
My mountains white
There is no light
The morning after
Healed with heat
Hearing new music
Birds of song
Inhaling deep
The air is new
It cuts right through
What's stale is now fresh
Quickening my step
I have molted from within
Beginning once again
Thursday, November 12, 2015
The Deception of Time
Time. A friend or foe? A word that has many sides. The facets of a jewel that can glimmer with hope or become dull with dread.
Our pleasant memories can polish the shine. Sitting idol, having regrets, or our denial can often tarnish time, causing our recollection to lose its luster and fade in to the rearview mirror of life.
Time can bring hope when trying to push through it, fueled with anticipation. Time can also bring destruction if used carelessly.
Time can be preserved by photography, one of the greatest inventions of all time, freezing images then refreshing them in your mind when you open up that album or grandma's old hatbox.
My father recently turned eighty years old.
During his surprise party I began to reflect. My memories catapulted me back. Images of my father and my childhood flashed before my eyes like a movie on fast forward, yet the frames were clear.
When you're eight, fourteen or even twenty five we can't fathom our parents being eighty years old. They appear as human monuments that are indestructible, forever standing strong for us to lean on.
During one's youth age and the passing of time seems like some fictitious tale that we can't fully comprehend. We think time will stay still, and wait for us. We believe things will always stay the same. This is why change is so hard for some when evolution forces it upon us.
I can still see my father on his hands and knees crawling through mountains of snow during the storm of 1977 eagerly helping my brother, sister and I build an igloo.
I can still see the world tilting through my eyes, feeling weightless as he threw me into the air, catching me and tossing me over his shoulder like a bag of grass seed.
Through evolving science there are a few ways that we can slow down or control the visual signs of time's progression. This is where the deception can occur.
As I mentioned, my father is now eighty years old. I think because he's taken such good care of himself that this might be why it's difficult for me to grasp this.
My father is in great, physical shape and takes no medication. A retired school teacher, his mind is still sharp and full of knowledge. He still has a passion to educate and lecture to whomever may want to listen.
These factors make it hard for me to believe that he is now eighty years old. Without the visual cues of age it's as if time has stood still.
Since losing my husband, Mike in 2012, I now have a new respect for time.
We never know how much of it we will have. We've been told to use it wisely. We've been told to seize the day. Despite all those 'timeless' quotes, it is easy to become spoiled, thinking we'll always have more of it.
Time, a man's best friend or his own worst enemy.
'We have time.'
'There's no more time!'
Sound familiar?
As I watched my father blow out the candles of his eightieth birthday cake I reminisced on my most valuable lesson thus far. I've learned through life's events, some good, and some bad, to not only look at my desired destination, but to enjoy the journey. Time is motion and it never stops. Father Time is something that demands respect.
Justine Szot
Sunday, November 1, 2015
Love is a Puzzle
Love is a puzzle
In its togetherness, it's tight
A perfect fit
It's joy
It's unification
Spirits soaring
A weightless world
As Jesus walked on water
We walk on air
When the pieces are yanked apart
Pain reigns
Hearts bleed
Nights are dark
Endless visions flash behind our lids
Some sweet
Some bitter
Decadence can dissolve
Coating the tongue
A taste of desire
Perhaps a flavor gone sour
Fresh petals wither
But words hold power
Some sincere
Some a mirage
If love is lost
Look within
Self love prevails
An inner sphere no can destroy
Reach deep
Water it
Feed it to others
What's given outward unconditionally
Always returns
Sow the seed
Your worthy gardener awaits
What one turns away from
Another will gladly face
Whether you're alone or joined
We are love
I am love
No one has the authority to ever tell you otherwise
Happy Valentines Day ❤️🌹
* JC Szot
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