Life isn't about perfection. It's a long journey of progress with a lot of lessons in between. And we can't forget all about the beautiful people that touch our lives and we connect with along the way. It's those friendly voices that motivate and inspire us to continue to keep moving forward, to grasp a little higher and work a lot harder. That's how dreams are made.
She lived a poet's life. At times a solely life, but lived in the most authentic manner. You see, it's quite difficult to not speak her truth while communicating through her heart.
If you want to know a woman's heart, look into her eyes, for that is where she has witnessed and holds her deepest pain.
When I got home last night, I received a call from my friend and landlord Pam. Gidget, was this cat that had lived in the place where I currently rent. She had been living in this huge Craftsman style house for maybe two or three years on her own with caregivers coming to check up on her. She had belonged to my friend's mother who no longer was living here. Gidget finally realized that I was living on the other side of her door maybe a month after I had moved in, and she started calling to me one day with her cries of meows. As soon as I heard her cries, I called my landlord and asked them to unlock the door so that she could see me. Pat came to the house to unlock the door and introduced G
She may come in the form of a sister, a mother, a cousin, and even a friend. She is a woman, she is appealing, inspiring and strong. So before you take up her energy and time, figure out what your true intentions are. Get to know her mind, learn her heart, and try not to handle it in the same way the man did who made her fall apart. She's been through this dance before, and where others have tried and given way, she's grown courageous enough to let you in, and bare every inch of insecurities that hold beneath her skin. And no matter how strong she's grown, or how far she has gone on her own, she still has a heart of gold, a heart that loves hard and deep, and when its taken for granted, has
A lot of days, I walk these crowded LA streets filled with unknown faces from around the world wondering if "IT" will ever happen again. You know, that pull of energy that makes a heart skip a beat, a whimsical force that causes the feet to stop dead in their tracks, and eyes stay locked in one direction wanting to stare deep into the set of eyes staring back from the opposite direction. That feeling I felt back in September of 2013 where My guarded walls came down, the conversation began, we bared our souls, and I felt like a giddy school girl again. I walk some more, take a breath as another unknown face passes me by. Not today, perhaps tomorrow I'll give it another try.
She was a woman with vulnerable strength. Her loyalty and love were held at the greatest lengths. Perceived at times with contradiction. That subdued look on her face wasn't anger at all, but merely her mind getting lost in deep thought. And that smile reflected through her dark eyes, was sometimes a blanket for the tears of heartbreak she held deep inside. But that laughter, uncontrollable at times, was real. It was within those small bits of laughter where her heart found a space to heal.
He Awakened her heart, then gave her several reasons to never trust again. To her, exposing her naked soul was everything. For him, It was simply a casual whim.
