I am not saying that every boy on the way to manhood, or man on the way from boyhood is attracted to his same sex, but simply the act of disallowing the possibility is the act of shutting off a place in the heart.
And we all know closing any part of the heart is poisoning oneself, and in effect, a slow suicide that can result in many (literal and figurative) murders along the way.
There is no separation, there is no absence, there is only awareness. And awareness of the love we share allows the patience to follow.
After I told her of three people who have recently, and magically returned to my life- two I have not seen in twenty years and one it’s been thirty, my friend Chisti said in an instant message,
“Amazing isn’t it? Not only can we travel the world in our monitors but we can now time travel as well”
I think about frogs from time to time.
They’re actually great for a good metaphor. Probably started with the frog prince… Either way frogs have always gotten a good rap. I appreciate them for their tenacity and attention to the good life.
Can you feel the proverbial frog story comin’?
As I look around at people in my life, myself included, there are a lot of benefits being reaped after hard hard work in the blistering sun of the emotional and spiritual fields. Yet the little bird on the shoulder gently chirping doubt, makes its rounds, and somehow many of us seem to be listening.
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Palace of Muse 