She's faced the hardest times you could imagine
And many times, her eyes fought back the tears
And when her youthful world was about to fall in
Each time her slender shoulders bore the weight of all her fears
And a sorrow no one hears
Still rings in midnight silence in her ears
Let her cry, for she's a lady
Let her dream, for she's a child
Let the rain fall down upon her
She's a free and gentle flower growing wild
And if by chance I should hold her
Let me hold her for a time
But if allowed just one possession
I would pick her from the garden to be mine
Mm-mm-mm, mm-mm
Be careful how you touch her, for she'll awaken
And sleep's the only freedom that she knows
And when you walk into her eyes, you won't believe
The way she's always payin' for a debt she never owes
And a silent wind still blows
That only she can hear, and so she goes
Let her cry, for she's a lady
Let her dream, for she's a child
Let the rain fall down upon her
She's a free and gentle flower growing wild
Let her cry, for she's a lady
Let her dream, for she's a child
Let the rain fall down upon her
She's a free and gentle flower growing wild
She's a flower growing wild
She's free
I l o v e Halloween. It's the most mystical time of the year. The harvest is in, and now it's time for a last round of celebration before the days soon turn into icy, frozen memories of joy found.
These are the days of balance between light and energy; how a fall afternoon can feel just like a beautiful day in early May.
With glorious, fleeting moments of a warm morning before the snows come to stay.
There is balance.
H A L L o w e e n was always a very festive time as a child. My hometown's weather had made the final turn into the last days of fall's glory. Soft breezes, whipped up with the gentle winds,
of,
fallen leaves as they swirled around on the moist, damp, ground. Dreams of flight among the fallen leaves. A street lamp. A bend in the road. I can still see witches flying on their broomsticks across a black sky,
silhouetted by a white harvest moon. And in my dreams, I am right next to them.
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Khalil Gibran was an 18th century poet from Lebanon. He was also a gifted artist. "The Prophet" was first published in 1923, and is a series of subjects as experienced through the human condition ~
I would like to share with you some of my favorite passages~
Speak to us of Love___________________________
When love beckons to you follow him, Though his ways are hard and steep.
. . . Love gives naught but itself
and takes naught but from itself.
Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;
For love is sufficient unto love.
When you love you should not say, "God is in my heart,"
but rather,
I am in the heart of God."
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And think not you can direct the course of love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.
But if you love. . . let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly
and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving . . .
Speak to us of Pleasure
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Pleasure is a freedom song,
But it is not freedom.
It is the blossoming of your desires,
It is a depth calling unto a height,
But it is not the deep nor the high.
It is the caged taking wing,
And your body is the harp of your soul,
And it is yours to bring forth sweet music from it or confused sounds.
And now you ask in your heart, "How shall we distinguish that which is good in pleasure
from that which is not good?"
Go to your fields and your gardens, and you shall learn
that it is the pleasure of the bee to gather honey of the flower,
But it is also the pleasure of the flower to yield its honey to the bee.
For to the bee a flower is a fountain of life,
And to the flower a bee is a messenger of love,
And to both, bee and flower, the giving and the receiving of pleasure
is a need and an ecstasy.
Speak to us of Children
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Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
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Summer of 1999 - Ocean City, MD. There visiting with my sister Barbara, whom I have spoke about here before. On a little mini holiday within my own holiday visiting from Minnesota.
So there we were on the Boardwalk strolling along. We soon learned that it was the annual firefighter's convention week. You know, a little like Bike Week, but um, without the bike. Annual Firefighter's Week? It was also Friday night.
As we walked along on the Boardwalk, we discovered a little shop among dozens of little shops. Or, maybe it is more accurate to say that the shop discovered us. For as we walked by, the shopkeeper came outside and immediately scooped us up before we could even protest.
Into the little shop, which had Harley dresses for sale, among other various important items of merchandise. At the time I was married and had not worn a little dress for quite a long time! They were soooo cute! A couple of the dresses already had garters built in; sexy black, ooh la la.
I could just see myself flirting with the boys in one of these gorgeous garments in the event that a perfect stranger would happen to walk through the door right then and buy a little sexy dress for me. Which didn't happen.
What did happen was the shopkeeper was ex cited!!!!! He was pumped! Goodness! As soon as a few little dresses had been thrust into our arms, we were given the command (yes!) to try each of the dresses on, and then come out and model them for said shopkeeper. Being the adventurous spirits that we were, we followed the shopkeeper out the back door and into a common shared space for the businesses.
We were practically pushed into the girl's bathroom with another firm admonition to come out and model the dresses as s o o n as they were on. Well, I know we got through at least a couple of sets while we oohed and awed at one another's choices, much to the shopkeeper's delight. But then something happened.
Earlier I had noticed a slight odor when we had first walked into the bathroom, but then forgot about it. As we began to slip into the next batch of dresses, I realized something wasn't right. I was noticing that something appeared to be wrong with the hem on Barbara’s dress as she started pulling it up. At first I was baffled as to what the heck was wrong with the dress hem as I stared at the black dress silhouetted against the black floor. But as the dress came up, I shouted, ‘OMG!! Barbara - there’s bleach on that dress!!!’
Sure enough - the odor I had originally detected in the beginning, was the smell of bleach from a floor that had just been mopped. An older building with its original flooring pitted in spots - enough to collect water. Or should I say, apparently enough to collect bleached water!
We were horrified. Not only was it clear the dress had been completely ruined, but I'm pretty sure it was the most expensive item that Barbara had selected. The dress price was around $150.00 and that was 11 years ago.
The shopkeeper sure wasn’t amused as we gingerly tried to explain what had happened. He definetly lost his sense of humor. We were just casually strolling along on the Boardwalk . . .
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DUSTY SPRINGFIELD
Billy-Ray was a preacher's son
And when his daddy would visit he'd come along
When they gathered round and started talkin'
That's when Billy would take me walkin'
A-through the back yard we'd go walkin'
Then he'd look into my eyes
Lord knows to my surprise
The only one who could ever reach me
Was the son of a preacher man
The only boy who could ever teach me
Was the son of a preacher man
Yes he was, he was, mmm, yes he was
Being good isn't always easy
No matter how hard I try
When he started sweet-talkin' to me
He'd come and tell me everything is all right
He'd kiss and tell me everything is all right
Can I get away again tonight?
The only one who could ever reach me
Was the son of a preacher man
The only boy who could ever teach me
Was the son of a preacher man
Yes he was, he was, Lord knows he was
How well I remember
The look that was in his eyes
Stealin' kisses from me on the sly
Takin' time to make time
Tellin' me that he's all mine
Learnin' from each other's knowing
Lookin' to see how much we've grown
And the only one who could ever reach me
Was the son of a preacher man
The only boy who could ever teach me
Was the son of a preacher man
Yes he was, he was, oh, yes he was
He was the sweet-talking son of a preacher man
I guessed he was the son of a preacher man
Sweet-lovin' son of a preacher man
Ahh, move me
WHAT KIND OF LOVER ARE YOU?
Barbaric
You have a wild, fierce, and strong animal-like nature behind your lovemaking and that makes you very passionate. When you find the "one" you can give your whole heart to, you give that and then some! It's true that most people say there's no love behind that much fire, but that's quite the opposite. You love who you're with and have no problem slamming them down on the sheets and showing them the time of their life! For this, your lover will respond back with the same animal nature and that will show you how much they love you back! For you, it's rough all the way and always very heated and intense!!!
HOW SEXY ARE YOU?
Damn Sexy
Damn girl, you know how to turn heads and get guys.
WHAT IS YOUR DESTINY?
Love
OPEN YOUR HEART TO LOVE... and it will come searching for you :). You are going to live a life full of joy and happiness, and for some time, you will be high on the ecstasy of it all. But remember to not get confused with a fantasy - and reality. Sometimes love isn't always forever.
WHAT GREEK GODDESS ARE YOU?
Persephone
You love the spring and flowers, but hate the winter and the dark.
WHAT TYPE OF CANDY ARE YOU?
Chocolate
You are sweet and you just melt when you see someone hurt or crying! And when someone is going out with you, or you're their best friend, they never want to let you go!!
YOUR PERSONALITY TYPE
Visionary
Congratulations! You are a visionary, a first cause, a mover of mankind. You live to follow your passions and forge your own way. Inspired to create and pioneer, you experience the greater joys in life. You inspire confidence in others. When you are struck by a good idea, you hold onto it at all costs.
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DEDICATED TO MY BELOVED SISTER
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My beloved WILD and very crazy older sister passed away last year. You Would Have LOVED Her!!!! She was quite the Wild Child from the 60's, and extremely talented musically, artistically, and intellectually. Everyone loved her.
One of the many wonderful things about my sister, was her ongoing observance of life’s ironies - and how funny it really was. She made so many people laugh. And I mean without being able to stop. Tears running down the face...
She did it all. And saw it all.
She was loved by many. And touched so many hearts.
Leaving on a Jet Plane by Peter, Paul, and Mary, was a 60's folk song that I would beg her to play on her guitar and sing for me when I was a little girl. She was a wonderful person, and I loved her very much.
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A few days after my sister’s funeral, I had been doing some cleaning in the kitchen and had left the sink full of bubbly water. I went into my living room to look for something and was out of the kitchen for less-than 5 minutes.
When I returned, I happened to look at the sink full of bubbly water,
and there, among the bubbles,
was this perfect Heart drawn just for me.
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Dear Friends,
Today I found the following essay on a new Biker friend's bio. He would like it to be shared, so please pass this message on . . .
J U S T A B I K E R
I saw you hug your purse closer to you in the grocery store line. But you didn't see me put an extra $10.00 in the collection plate last Sunday,
I saw you pull your child closer when we passed each other on the sidewalk. But you didn't see me playing Santa at the local mall,
I saw you change your mind about going into the restaurant when you saw my bike parked out front. But you didn't see me attending a meeting to raise money for the hurricane relief,
I saw you roll up your window and shake your head when I rode by. But you didn't see me riding behind you when you flicked your cigarette butt out the car window,
I saw you frown at me when I smiled at your children. But you didn't see me when I took time off from work to run toys to the homeless,
I saw you stare at my long hair. But you didn't see me and my friends cut ten inches off for Locks of Love.
I saw you roll your eyes at our leather jackets and gloves. But you didn't see me and my brothers donate our old ones to those that had none,
I saw you look in fright at my tattoos. But you didn't see me cry as my children were born or have their name written over and in my heart,
I saw you change lanes while rushing off to go somewhere. But you didn't see me going home to be with my family,
I saw you complain about how loud and noisy our bikes can be. But you didn't see me when you were changing the CD and drifted into my lane,
I saw you yelling at your kids in the car. But you didn't see me pat my child's hand knowing she was safe behind me,
I saw you reading the newspaper or map as you drove down the road. But you didn't see me squeeze my wife's leg when she told me to take the next turn,
I saw you race down the road in the rain. But you didn't see me get soaked to the skin so my son could have the car to go on his date,
I saw you run the yellow light just to save a few minutes of time. But you didn't see me trying to turn right,
I saw you cut me off because you needed to be in the lane I was in, but you didn't see me leave the road. I saw you, waiting impatiently for my friends to pass. But you didn't see me.
I wasn't there . . .
I saw you go home to your family. But you didn't see me. Because I died that day you cut me off.
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I was just a biker. A person with friends and a family. But you didn't see me.
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