Making Love Bloom

The secret to my peaceful divorce?

We never stopped loving one another

Maybe we got lucky that way

Love often seems abstract and ephemeral

Quite difficult to find for many

Love isn’t something you fall into

Like a pothole in the road

It takes steady cultivation and dedication

Like the care of seedling plants

People are not always so lovable

Their actions can anger or hurt

Yet if we stop judging them

And appreciate their tender inner beings

We often find love blooming brightly.

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Melissa wanted to know what love is.  This is my take, for today.  I love you all, my readers and fellow bloggers.  I just wanted you to know that.

Deposit on a New Life

Paid: a deposit on an adorable

Apartment in Newton: three bedrooms, fireplace

Sunroom with French doors, dining room

Kitchen with plentiful cabinets, good light

Backyard, deck, own laundry in basement

Minutes from the train to work

Walkable to stores and cafes

It’s everything I put on my

Wish list made at a California

Beach last weekend with my sis.

Paid: deposit on a new life

A new school with new friends

One of the state’s best districts

Everything is coming together for us

What excitement we have in store

As our investment bears new fruit.

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Sorry this post is a little late on a Friday.  I was in Boston until late last night but I knew this would be a perfect topic to write about for Melissa’s prompt of paid.

A Fine Line

There is a fine line between

Fear and ecstasy, nausea and exhilaration

A lovely tan and downright burning

Laughter and hysteria, togetherness and smothering

I’ve crossed this line several times

While visiting my family in California

But I’d never do it differently

Because that’s the nature of love.

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Melissa wanted to know the bottom line, so I gave it to her.  It was inspired by our trip to the Santa Cruz Boardwalk.

Sorry I missed you all last week.  I didn’t dare take time away from my family to write a post.

American Toes

Here are our American toes.

Four years ago in July, my sister visited me right after Independence Day, both America’s and my own.  My husband had just moved out of our house and I was feeling sad and confused.  A visit from my sister was exactly what I needed.

She arrived with lots of love, support, inspirational CDs (which actually helped quite a bit) and…laughter.  No one can make me laugh like my sister.  We just get onto a topic and get so goofy that it becomes an unending laugh-a-thon.  One of the reasons that my sister is so funny is that she has a sweet innocence about her that sometimes leads her into comical misunderstandings with people.

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