Mom, you are getting sleepy. Very sleepy. By the time you read this first paragraph you will be in a deep state of bliss. In this state, everything you read will actually be the opposite of what is written. So when the words say, I want to have sex, you will read them as, I don’t want to have sex. Sleepy. You are getting very sleepy. Prop yourself up so you don’t fall over. You will remember nothing. Except that your daughter is a really good person who is just trying to figure this all out. Sleepy. Sleep Slee Sle S
Okay. She’s asleep now. I won’t have to upend her at age 88 when I say that I want to have sex. I want to be intimate with a man. A man I don’t want to marry, because I don’t want to get married again. Thankfully, anonymous sex is not at all attractive to me. (Uh-oh, my Mom is going to read that the wrong way. I hope someone is there to resuscitate her.) Unfortunately, neither is dating.
A kitten asked me to write about dating and sex, so off I went to ponder my feelings on the topic. After a year and a half of self-excavation, the building of boundaries, and uncovering my needs, I would have expected to be on solid ground, happily ready to date. But dating just doesn’t do it for me. It’s right up there with small talk. I’m bad at it, don’t like it, and can’t fake it.
You know how much I love encounters. They’re in the moment, with no destination in mind. They whip around corners, explode from nowhere, or tumble down sand dunes all playful and free and bright. A child in computer lab, a man driving a taxi, a bobcat on a west Marin hill, a woman on a trail, a boy without a pinkie, a dashing man at Trader Joe’s – all encounters with beings that have changed me, invigorated me and left me with fresh perspectives on old ideas. Encounters are perfect. If you were to ask me why, my gut reply would be because they require no commitment and they always deliver, never disappoint.
I don’t want to make a commitment to anyone because I can’t imagine that I am able to do so without the possibility of making a giant mistake. The thought of making a commitment to the wrong man, leaving me right back in the belly of a mountain, stuck in an icy crevasse, when all I want is to be on the summit, is enough to keep me alone at the keys, hoping you all will be my virtual date forever.
Way back when, after the majority of the tears had been shed, forgiveness granted and anger thanked before being blown out of my core while I stood tall on the summit of Mt. Tam, kittens far and wide told me that my day will come. I will feel secure in my ability to spot the right kind of man, hear what he is actually saying, and not what I want him to say, and know in my heart that he’s someone with whom I can have a long term relationship. I believed them. But now I’m starting to wonder…
All that work to fall in love with myself has made me afraid to fall in love with anyone else.
Two nights ago I went on a date (That’s it. I officially can’t stand that word. Must come up with something else.) with the dashing man I met in the parking lot of Trader Joe’s. After Text Gate was cleared up, we spent an hour here and there getting to know each other on the phone (how old school!), discovering that we had some common interests and both come from creative fields. I came to know his voice, his rhythm of speech, his laugh. Because texting has ruled the day for so long, talking on the phone is now way more intimate than ever before. By the time I showed up for our evening of fun I felt completely at ease, excited and ready to be there because he wasn’t just words on a small screen but a voice I could still hear in my head.
Seated he looks like a tall man. Standing he is a redwood. When he hugged me I felt like a size 2, not a size 10. His wrists are equal to the circumference of my biceps, and with all my swimming and hours on the elliptical that makes his wrists the largest ones I’ve seen on any human. Seriously. I recall staring at them and having a hard time believing they weren’t legs.
He ordered margaritas, with a specific set of directions for how they were to be made. It was the most perfect margarita I’ve ever had. So I had one and a half. Two would have required a piggy back ride home. By minute four we were talking about ancient civilizations and the business of war. My kind of small talk. After covering the Mayans and our Nordic homelands, the conversation segued to music.
I like hard rock.
Then he paused. His eyes locked on to mine to be sure he could read a truthful reply to a question he asked as if it was a deal breaker.
Do you know the band Alice in Chains?
My eyes lit up.
Layne Staley. A tragic death and loss of one of the best voices in rock. I love Alice in Chains. Nine Inch Nails is my favorite band. Followed closely by Tool. Layne, Maynard, Trent – …
He grabbed my face in both his massive hands – I felt like only the tip of my nose was showing – and planted a kiss on my mouth.
…I love them all.
Wait. Did you just kiss me?!!!
We burst into laughter. And then he kissed me again.
Our cocktail hour was followed by sushi and more spirited conversation. We both commented on how comfortable we felt with each other. The lack of first date jitters was celebrated. Then rewarded with this:
Do you want to watch some TV?
That was exactly what I wanted to do. Lay on the couch and watch TV. But I hesitated. I’ve spent three hours with this giant man and now I’m going to take him back to my house to watch television? My mom is going to kill me! But it felt like the perfect thing to do.
My couch, which some of you know about in detail, is an L-shaped behemoth that can morph into a queen sized bed with one swivel. Which was exactly the position it was in, left over from Super Bowl Sunday when the dudes and Mr. Jackpot and I crashed on it to watch the Niners fall in epic fashion to the Ravens. My house was an infirmary with my exhaustion cold dutifully passed on to the little dude. He was flattened and needed to be horizontal, emerging from my bedroom only in time for kickoff. So the couch became a bed.
I pictured myself opening the front door, from which one views the living room, and there sits, basically, a bed.
Sure. It’s still early. Why not?
…my Mom would give me at least three reasons why not.
PBS was showing One Last Thing, a profile of Steve Jobs. It felt luxurious to recline on the couch and watch something other than Scooby Doo. We lost ourselves in the story of a remarkable and not always likeable man who will (does) rival Thomas Edison in the history books for how he changed the world through invention. But even with all the fascinating storytelling our eyelids were getting sleepy. I forced mine to stay open, while he lost the battle.
At one point he came to and sweetly said, Don’t make me drive home.
In my head I said, Now my Mom is really going to kill me.
I get up at dawn. I’ll be gone before you wake.
As he dozed again I studied his face. Even though all dating guide books the world over would slam shut on my mouth, I finally whispered, I’ll get you a comforter.
(And it wasn’t going to be me.)
I had some writing to do, a kitchen to clean and the trash to take out, so I got to work while he slept in the next room. Having him still there after our date had ended made for an interesting scenario as I looked around inside me to see what I was feeling. There was no buzzy high or butterflies flitting about on the jet stream of possibility. I actually felt quite subdued.
That was an unusual feeling to have after the sensation of being with someone who seemed to vibrate on the same frequency as me. It took until today for me to unravel what I was feeling inside.
I don’t want to find out that he’s not what I see on the surface. Encounters don’t require one to dig deep, investigate, analyze and discover flaws, fatal or otherwise. I want everyone to be the beautiful soul that I know their soul is, not the flawed human that we all are. I’m afraid to date if dating means that we need to progress to a point where I have to go all in or go home.
It’s not that I want to hide in my lair. You know me by now – I’m a junkie for human interaction. I just don’t want to get on that moving sidewalk. I don’t want to talk about dating, expectations, long term relationship goals and desires. I just want to stay right here, right now.
Which brings me back to sex.
What’s wrong with getting to know someone well enough to feel comfortable enough to have sex with them? Does it have to be burdened with all sorts of rules and commitments? Does it need to imply that a relationship is going somewhere?
It sounds like I’m describing friends with benefits, but that’s not what I seek. If I even know what it is I’m seeking. What I feel I desire is a deeply fulfilling emotional, intellectual and physical relationship that allows me to remain on my path, not joining up with another for the predictable journey to partnership.
Dating and sex after betrayal and divorce is a complicated frolic. Perhaps fear is at the root of my desire to edge toward encounters and steer clear of partnerships. Or, I’ve hit on the best way to live out the balance of my days. But I do believe strongly that our primary reason for being on the planet is to interact with each other. To make the most of encounters. We’ve been given the gift of communication and emotions and hearts that break and mend and sing for a reason. We continue to desire relationships even after being broken apart by them.
I’m afraid to fall in love but I want all the benefits of love. I want (not need) the comfort of knowing the man on the couch is someone I can share time with but not lose myself in the process, so that when we part we are still whole.
Early that morning I heard him leave. My dog cried at the door as he made his way to his car. I’ll see him again. And when I do I will tell him one reason why he needed to sleep on my couch that night. It may be why we were brought together. But before I share it with you, I must share it with him.
It’s a life-saving reason.
Love yourself,
Cleo
Hi. It’s me. Been gone for a while. As always, when I finally have time to read your latest post it is exactly what I needed to read, and precisely where my head is at. I announced to my sister the other day (in what SHE says was a doom-filled voice) “I think I may just have SEX one of these days.” I am not someone who does that casually, and I’m not ready to be in love- but…at a certain point? Of course, I *SAY* that. But then there’s the whole, actual… doing it. Whatever. I missed reading your posts- good to hear your ‘voice’ again.
L,
Welcome back! And thank you for taking the time to comment. It’s good to ‘hear’ you again, too. Thoughts become things, m’lady. Don’t be surprised if you find yourself, you know… I can think of ten times in the past month alone where I casually said something and then POOF – it becomes reality.
If nothing else happens, I believe that just thinking about intimacy makes one glow. That glow seems to act like a beacon. Get ready for some fun and playful encounters! You stay close, now…I can’t be kept in the dark!
Love yourself,
Cleo
WELL, the hypnosis did not work!! But I am still able to breathe, so all is well!! There is just one little part of this scenario that makes me feel uncomfortable. We, as humans, are different than the little kitty cats who roam the alleyways looking for satisfaction. We are very special creations of the same Creator. It is expected that we would behave on a higher plain than our four-legged furry friends.
I know the desire for emotional satisfaction is still very strong. How we handle that desire is what sets us above the rest of Gods plan for all His creatures. Friendships start out slowly for a reason. It takes time to really get to know someone. AND EVEN THEN, we only know what “they” want us to know. Out of respect can blossom true love. When we break with tradition, we are more than not likely to lose that respect. A sadness can drip into the most beautiful encounter when there is sex without deep knowledge, respect and love for that person to whom we as women, would be willing to give our all for a moment of bliss. After knowing someone for a short time, we really have no basis to share anything more than friendship. If after a year or so, one is falling into a deep friendship, where we feel safe and respected, for both partys; loving them because time has allowed respect to grow and friendship to be genuine. By that time one would surely want to be with no one else, ever. This guy will have stood the test of time, no surprises. A solid foundation would be there to allow for a committment. So much nicer than being satisfied emotionally without really knowing to whom you would be sharing what sets you apart from the four-legged furball out roaming the neighborhood.
I love you and I trust that out of this short lesson on self control, all kittens will try to decipher the meaning of this lesson. Hugs and kisses are great substitutes – just knowing someone cares enough to want to hug and kiss. Putting oneself into a position for a brief intimate encounter with a man who sometimes thinks of nothing else – you just being available for that moment – demeans the treasure of true love. Again, the kitty roaming the neighborhood has NO idea of true respect, love and commitment. It is a need to be satisfied and then the “Tom” just walks away. The kitty doesn’t care either. She was also fulfilling a need. Our needs to satisfy can and should be postponed until such a time when we know we are making a life-time commitment with someone who has that same desire. Contract or no contract. Paper or no paper. When it is true love, well tested by a span of time – not from just satisfying moments of sex (There, I said it) a vow would be a natural desire from both.
As I repeatably say, “Life is not complicated until we complicate it ourselves”!! So, there! I think on that note I will go take a nap. If I didn’t love you, I wouldn’t still be trying to keep your path back to your Creator safe and happy. Happy people are those who look within themselves and feel a great deal of respect and love for themselves. If we can’t honestly do that then being truly happy is not happening.
Kittens,
This is exactly why I love my Mom.
I,
I love your words. Thank you for being so thoughtful, so honest and so committed to your values and morals. You set a fine example, one I try to follow daily. This is the only phrase I understandably have to wrestle with: Our needs to satisfy can and should be postponed until such a time when we know we are making a life-time commitment with someone who has that same desire. Contract or no contract. Paper or no paper.
It’s sad to say this, but I don’t believe in lifetime commitments anymore. I thought I had one. And I got burned. Badly. I don’t want a lifetime commitment anymore. Yet I still want the love and intimacy.
Much to ponder. I love you.
Love yourself,
Your mom is a rock star. Love her so much!!
Thanks for sharing that amazing mother-daughter encounter with all of us. Feeling like a much better person just for having been exposed to that.
N,
She is a rock star. I had promised a guest post to a kitten, but the first one really ought to go to the woman who birthed me in a blizzard way back in February 1966. Irish is who I aspire to be. A woman who has boundaries, self-respect, and is devoted to what means the most to her – her love of her family and God. She is selfless without losing respect for her self, hilarious, and can call out a bad call in every sport. She stays up till the wee hours to watch the favorite teams of all her 8 kids and her – I don’t even know the number – grandchildren. She danced with Thomas Edison and worked for Howard Hughes. Honestly, I should just hang it up and turn the keys (as in keyboard) to her now.
She is the very definition of magic. I adore her. Thank you, N, for seeing in her words who she is and loving her.
Love yourself,
Cleo
Again Wow “feathers” of wisdom & love – Mom is awesome !!
C,
Don’t you know it!? That Irish. That Bud of Roses. That Bird of Paradise. The woman who caught a sailfish and said, Set him free, what next? I know Linda Carter will take offense to this, but my Mom is truly Wonder Woman.
You’re Batman. That leaves me with…..
Love yourself,
Cleo
Wow!!! Love you!!
C,
Kiss, kiss, hug, hug. FISH ON!
Love yourself,
Cleo
Sit back and enjoy. I will live vicariously through your new journey. I am not close to ready but I hope I will find someone some day. I have a lot of work to do on me first, but listening to your thought process is like listening to my future self. Although, I wouldn’t mind some mind blowing sex right now. That sounds like a great distraction. Honestly, right now. Some hunk walking through that door…
B,
I picture those ellipses needing to be typed because right then and there a man walked through that door. Now, maybe it wasn’t your door yet, but he’s on his way. I’m stoked to report that I feel much more comfortable sharing my thoughts on dating and sex now that my Mom has told me that she is MUCH stronger than I think she is! I’m delighted
to pave the way for you m’lady. Consider me your scout. I’m up here just a ways making sure the path is clear.
You are going to have the time of your life!
Love yourself,
Cleo
Cleo:
I’ve started to write you many times. I’ve been reading your blog around a year now after discovering it via a post by Lainey. I too was betrayed in my marriage of what will be almost 16 years — the divorce is final 11 days before our 16th anniversary. It seems so simple to say I was betrayed when the reality was/is so much more complex – depression on both parts, underemployment, financial strains, normal child-rearing strains, unrealistic expectations on both our parts of what a marriage and our roles should be. We had been struggling (okay read, I had been struggling) for the past three years on whether to end the relationship or try to fix it. Counseling (individual for both and marriage for the relationship) had no easy answers. Last summer I made the decision to end it although it would be quite a while before I notified him of the decision. Enter Mr. Former-Flame who has remained a friend during my marriage. He has been supportive, a listening ear and made me recall all the reasons we were together almost 20 years ago. The reasons we stopped seeing each other have been addressed through time and maturity. We’ve been spending a lot of time together and he keeps asking what we are doing and where we are going to which I can only reply “I don’t know. Can’t we just be HERE and worry about there later?” I haven’t been able to explain how I feel (and not for lack of trying to figure it out) and then your post comes along. Many, many times over the last year I’ve been struggling with a topic only to have you post something that has prompted me to dig deep and bring out my answer. Never more so than this post. This is EXACTLY how I feel and it is so beautifully written it almost made me cry. In the ashes of my marriage I have found the pieces of myself that I gave away over 16 years of trying to get by and make something work. I don’t want to let that go ever again because I really love the person that I am – especially as the battle for her has been costly and hard fought. I am so afraid that being with someone else means I will start the process again of giving her away. Minute pieces at a time. A compromise here. Easing the way there. It won’t be so bad if I don’t do what I want…. So slowly and subtly I don’t realize I’m doing it until I wake up and she is a ghost again, about to disappear forever. Your post gives me hope that I can find that kind of relationship simply because someone else envisions a similar kind of relationship. Will it be Mr. Former-Flame? I have no clue, but I look forward to my journey in finding out just as I look forward to your journey and the insights it may bring me.
C,
You have said so beautifully what I hoped to convey in this post. Thank you!
” Your post gives me hope that I can find that kind of relationship simply because someone else envisions a similar kind of relationship.” And your words have made me realize that the type of relationship we seek is so HEALTHY! If we succeed, which I believe we will, we will have found men who are confident, comfortable, and don’t need us to make them feel in control or powerful or bigger than or better than or anything other than happy to have come to know us. The right man will desire nothing more than the type of commitment I wish to make because he will not need to own me, control me, or need me to feed his ego. He won’t fear losing me.
And I will be at ease because I won’t fear giving myself away in pieces too tiny to feel. We’re on to something big here, C! Thank you SO much for taking the time to comment. You may have started to before, but you did so at the most perfect time ever. I’m grateful you are here.
Love yourself,
Cleo
You are going along just as I did after my marriage ended and then the right-after relationship also ended. Emotionally spent, afraid of emptying out what little is left of you, but still have so much to share with another human being physically. I get it. I’m 6 years out from my marriage and 3+ years out from that rebound relationship, and 2 years into my new love, and this one is worth it. He had a hard road to get me out of my shell and into the world of US. I wrote in a recent post how I was writing “we” again after finally learning to say “I” when people asked about something like my home or my yard or my children. Post-divorce I struggled, saying “we” when it was only an “I”, but eventually I was “I”. Now I am back to “we”. Insert contented sigh here.
Nevertheless, I still feel a selfish jab sometimes when something doesn’t go my way in my relationship and I want to run off screaming and be just ME. Its a leftover defense mechanism I doubt I’ll shed any time soon.
Everything you’ve said today was me, 5 years ago, and 3 years ago. You are OK.
T,
Thank you. It is so important for me to remain grounded and firmly planted on my path. Your words help me to remain content with a stroll with a purpose gait.
Stroll through life with a purpose. That’s better. I fell good. How about you?
Thank you for being here, T.
Love yourself,
Cleo
Disclaimer : this post is sponsored by Cleo’s mom
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I’m the bubble breaker – have you ever heard of the 90 days rule ?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uz1EY6CV7bghttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uz1EY6CV7bg
You are welcome, Cleo’s mom
Love yourself,
S
S,
I loved the video! But that doesn’t mean I agree with the message. The timeline, yes, to a degree, but the message not so much. Thank you in advance for giving me the bones of my next post. The video was exactly what I needed to see to make sense of what I am feeling and what disturbs me about dating. You brought it into clear focus for me. I am SO flipping grateful. I was thinking I was all weird, but it’s not weird.
And you are a mermaid holding a bubble that cradles the answer. Thank you.
Love yourself,
Cleo
Thanks for empowering me, Cleo ….mermaid holding a bubble that cradles the answer…beautiful…maybe one day…but I,m working on it
but more power to you girl if you throw yourself inn with both the heart and your eyes opened. <> yes, Antoine de Saint Exupery, you are right, but we also must learn not to have expectations if we do it. Whatever happens we assume ourselves – we get up, dust ourselves and try again, a little bruised but with lessons learned and hopefully more confidence.
You know, I was always the <> kinda girl and dispite small hickups here and there in the long run I really consider it a healthy approach
This is where you have to pause and think – and as the Baggage Reclaim girl is always telling : people unfold. Let your beautiful story unfold a little more…
P.S : I have to send you some <> (I know…rules – schmulez, right ? – apparently not quite…one of them is <>
S,
She of the Parisian tongue. Your English is divine. But for goodness sake, what does the sideways diamond mean? A kiss? A hug? Whatever it is I’m down with it!
People unfold. If we choose to pay attention, they will always tell/show us who they really are. Some more quickly than others. This past weekend was of the fast unfolding variety. I’m sorting through the lessons and 3D information, which is all wrapped in some crazy cool other-wordly exchanges.
Thank you for being here, S. My story will continue to unfold, and having you here to hold my hand along the way means the world to me.
Love yourself,
Cleo
See Cleo, yet another example of ”don’t trust technology” : my old computer at home ate the precious words between the <>
I was describing myself as the ”whatever rocks your boat”.. kinda girl
and Antoine de St-Exupery was saying : ”“Now here is my secret, very simply: you can only see things clearly with your heart. What is essential is invisible to the eye.”
(Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince )
As for the last one, I was offering you some ”rules advice” and one of them was ”one jujube at a time”
I’m honored and happy to be here and hold each other hands as our stories unfold. And be careful what you wish for since the Sun will be in our celestial house soon….
S,
I LOVE this: “Now here is my secret, very simply: you can only see things clearly with your heart. What is essential is invisible to the eye.” Beautiful.
I wish for the end of betrayal. I wish for the people of the world to unconditionally love one another. I wish for all of us to realize that happiness is a choice. I wish for continued support as I make my way west, loving myself every step of the way.
Thank you for being here.
Love yourself,
Cleo
Oh, Cleo. This post rings so true. I, too, will never look for “true love” again because it doesn’t exist. At least the way I always thought it should be. And I am still married to my Genius. (For now.) I, like you, have let go of my kite string, smashed my rose-colored glasses, and have gotten a big whiff of reality. In Candace Bushnell’s book “Sex and the City” (and also on the show) Charlotte says something so on point: “Maybe our girlfriends are our soul mates, and guys are just people to have fun with”. I’ve always been a hopeless romantic. Believing in true love, soul mates, even in that ridiculous line from Jerry MaGuire – “You complete me”. The only reason I believed in all of that is because I wasn’t a whole person. I was raised in a house where my father had abandoned me. But “just” emotionally. He came home every evening at 5:00pm, my family always ate dinner together, he played golf only on his afternoons off, had no buddies to hang out with, went to church every Sunday. But he was never THERE. I never learned to value myself in relationships with men because my father didn’t value me. I felt like a burden – invisible. So when I started dating, I was (unknowingly) desperate to fix the father/daughter relationship through men. When I married my husband, I thought he was so different than my dad. Turns out, they are clones. And maybe it’s my cynicism, but I think all men are like this. They really aren’t interested in investing in a relationship. They want it to be easy, and when it turns out to be work, they aren’t interested any more. I really get that now and see their point. The rush of chemistry, the thrill of infatuation are intoxicating and one of the best feelings in the world. But I think people can have that without all the struggles. The way to have that is to have zero expectations. And to always honor yourself first. If I were ever to divorce my husband, I would have relationships on my terms. I would always be asking myself, “How does this man enhance my life? What is he bringing to me that I need?” Because I have been putting everyone but me first for fifty (almost!) years. It’s my turn now. Me first. I want my son to see a woman with self-respect, so he will respect women. I think you are really on to something with this post. Being in a relationship with a man does not mean breaking up with yourself. You are brilliant. And I think you get it from your Mom!! I loved her post. I look so forward to your next post, Cleo. Thank you.
S,
““Maybe our girlfriends are our soul mates, and guys are just people to have fun with”.” Or, our human self is our soul mate and people are those we walk with, laugh with, cry with as we make our way through the terrain of life.
Yes, my Mom is brilliant. And funny. And so giving of love and support. She is divine.
Thank you for your kind words, S. I cherish your presence here.
Love yourself,
Cleo
I posted a comment a while back about the absence of intimacy in my life about how much I was missing my physical expression with another human and I sensed that your response seemed to skirt around the issue, so I am so glad to read this post today with the word SEX upfront and personal. With no family of my own here, no small children, no husband anymore I crave a hug, a caress, someone to sit next to on a couch. After 26 years of living with a man, I miss that intimate connection so badly. I too can’t bear the thought of dating, of small talk, of trying to impress with – what, I don’t know. I still haven’t even had an ‘encounter’ after 13 months of separation (we are still ‘legally entangled’) but I want so much more. I know that it will happen. BUT- when I think about my age (55) I do sometimes think that I am dreaming.
M,
Dreaming is part of manifesting. You, M, can create your reality. Age will not be the barrier. Passion will bring forth encounters that can morph into meaningful relationships.
One of the things I am pondering hard these days is the idea that the traditional relationship doesn’t fit with who I am. These encounters that I have will likely lead nowhere. Which is perfect. I will enjoy them for what they are, without the stresses that come from needing to find that perfect man. I don’t seek him.
What is it that you seek? Traditional or simply the joy that results from bonding with another for however brief a period of time? Are you ready to make that hunt a priority? If so, look in the least likely places, but the ones that fit est with who you are. Do you love to hike? Fish? Knit? Play chess? Whatever is your passion, seek him there.
It’s where you will find him. I’m certain. And then you must let us know who you found.
You deserve to be held, treasured, enjoyed. And so you shall.
Love yourself,
Cleo
Just a quick note to advise that the poem in the photo accompanying this post is erroneously attributed to Shakespeare. It is actually an old Turkish poem. Also, whoever created the image misspelled the Bard’s name!
Curious to hear how Shakespeare’s work is infiltrating your life these days!
F,
Thank you so MUCH! The poem was right, and I almost couldn’t believe the Bard would write it. So I rationalized it instead of going with my gut. Lesson learned. I do love the poem, tho. It speaks to how our human mind can upend even the most perfect of situations.
He’s everywhere, Fay. I hope that by the next post I understand why.
Thank you for taking the time to set the record straight! …I always did spell his name wrong. But no more.
Love yourself,
Cleo
This said it all: “Happy people are those who look within themselves and feel a great deal of respect and love for themselves.”
Outstanding Cleo’s Mom. : )
D,
She rocks. So do you.
Love yourself,
Cleo