My Wish

One of my wishes came true,
The day that I met you
Serendipity or fate,
One moment earlier or one too late.
Everything else vanished away,
At 8:26 a.m. on that day.
Our conversation began,
Between us, one woman and one man.
It has not stopped from that moment on,
You fill my thoughts, even when you're gone.
I feel your love wherever I am,
We make each other smile, cause that's our plan.
I know without a doubt, yes it's true.
Not only my wish but my dream is you.

Love's Longing

Love longs to be..
By your side.
To enter in....
A safe place to hide.
Long longs to be...
Near you, close by.
To gently touch...
A contented sigh.
Love's longing is deep...
And great and wide.
Love longs to be...
By your side.

What Is Friendship?

     A relationship of mutual affection? Real friendship goes much deeper than that, there are very few real friendships. A real friendship is when one knows your heart. Those are the friendships that last. When someone knows your heart they will be your friend for life. There will always be those times when you do not act in a good and appropriate manner, but a true friend sees beyond those moments.
     When I think of true friendship I only think of a very few people. There are only a few I know that I can count on to be there. They will not leave you in the rough times.
     I was thinking of a friend of mine this morning. He is gone now, but when he was alive he sat by my side when I needed a friend to be there. He always made me laugh with his silly ways. I can only recall one time when we had a little set to, but all was forgiven. We were friends until the day he died. Even though we did not see much of each other in the last months before he was gone we still remained friends. The memories of his friendship live on in my heart.
     I think of another friend, we have worked together professionally as well as having a personal friendship. She is one of the finest people I know. it never fails that no matter how rough things have ever been she has always seen my heart. I know I can tell her anything, she wont judge me. a friend accepts you as you are without judgment.
     I think of another friend, he is my dearest friend of all because I love him so much. We are far in distance mile wise, but I feel the closest to him in my heart. He is there for me, he listens patiently to my troubles. I know I can count on him. He has been there for me from the beginning of our friendship, he is really and truly the best man I know. I am the luckiest person in the world to have such a good friend in the one I love. I was thinking of this song this morning, true friendship is standing by someone. Sometimes not even saying a word, but simply standing.
 
   "Stand By Me"

When the night has come
And the land is dark
And the moon is the only light we'll see
No I won't be afraid
Oh, I won't be afraid
Just as long as you stand, stand by me

So darling, darling
Stand by me, oh stand by me
Oh stand, stand by me
Stand by me

If the sky that we look upon
Should tumble and fall
All the mountains should crumble to the sea
I won't cry, I won't cry
No, I won't shed a tear
Just as long as you stand, stand by me

And darling, darling
Stand by me, oh stand by me
Oh stand now, stand by me
Stand by me

So darling, darling
Stand by me, oh stand by me
Oh stand now, stand by me, stand by me
Whenever you're in trouble won't you stand by me
Oh stand by me, oh won't you stand now, stand
Stand by me

    

What Women Like, At Least In My Opinion :P

    Women like a man who is liberated or in other words a man who will treat her as his equal.
    Women like a man who is smart and witty or in other words a man with a sense of humor. Intelligence is highly underrated in the sexy quotient, but believe me, nothing is sexier than a man with intelligence and the ability to use it to express humor.

    Women like  man who likes animals, Immanuel Kant said, “He who is cruel to animals becomes hard also in his dealings with men. We can judge the heart of a man by his treatment of animals.”I believe this is true.

    Women do like a man who likes to cuddle. We women are emotional creatures, we like all that touchy feely stuff, like cuddling. On that note women like intimacy, those moments when her man feels safe enough with her to confide in her and share his heart. But sometimes an intimate moment can be just as intimate with no words, this would usually include cuddling.

   Women like  man who is a little possessive, mind you I said a little, not psycho jealous, just that notion that she is his and his alone.

    There is so much more and each individual finds their own way in their personal relationship with the one they love. Speaking from my own perspective,  women do tend to talk a lot and I definitely fit that bill, but the finest moments are when I am listening to what the man I love has to say. I value everything he thinks and shares with me because I value him. He is irreplaceable, there is no other person like him on earth, the things I love about him is everything he is inside. I feel like I have this treasure I get to unwrap every time we are together. What a beautiful treasure it is. To quote Robert Burns (taking the poetic liberty to change lass to lad), 

Oh, my love is like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June
Oh, my love is like a melody
That's sweetly played in tune
As fair art thou, my bonnie lad,
So deep in love am I
And I will love thee still, my dear,
Till all the seas gang dry."
Til all the seas gang dry my, my dear
And the rocks melt with the sun
And I will love thee still, my dear
While the sands of life shall run
But fare thee well, my only love
Oh, fare thee well a while
And I will come again, my love
Tho' 't were ten thousand mile

What Is True

      When one person loves another they should never be afraid to tell anyone that they love that person. Love is willing to risk and give up everything for the person loved. There is no shame in that.
      I think about the man who gave up his right to be a king because he made a choice, it was either that or the woman he loved and he chose her, that is love. Love is brave and courageous and will risk everything. If there is shame in love that is not love.
     I quote Laura Hendricks--- "If you have love in your life, it can make up for a great many things you lack. If you do not have it, no matter what else there is, it is not enough." That is the truth, the only question is, what are you willing to sacrifice for love? If you are willing to sacrifice nothing you do not love and whatever else you will have it will never be enough. I would rather be a pauper living an obscure life and have love than to have all the finest things here on earth and be without love.

In Darkness I Walk Looking for Light

     I was listening to a song today and one line really hit home for me. "Sometimes it may seem dark, but the absence of the light is a necessary part."
    When you are walking in darkness you cannot see anything at first. Usually your eyes will adjust to the darkness and you can see some things but not clearly. My life two years ago was like that, I was walking in darkness. It's funny, but it reminds me of Plato's Allegory of The Cave. He contended that the people were living in darkness and all they could see were the shadows. When they were finally brought into the light, it was too painful for them to look.
   That is what my life was, when I finally emerged from the darkness of my own apathy it was too painful to bear. But the good thing is when you get through the darkness and emerge into the light you adjust to the light, even though it may be difficult at first.
    You learn to appreciate things. Things you never knew existed become a wonder, like being loved for just who you are. I read a story once called Follow The River. It is the story of Mary Ingles, she was twenty-three, happily married, and pregnant with her third child when Shawnee Indians invaded her peaceful Virginia settlement in 1755 and kidnapped her, leaving behind a bloody massacre. For months, they held her captive. But nothing imprisoned her spirit.With the rushing Ohio River as her guide. Mary Ingles walked one thousand miles through an untamed wilderness no white woman had ever seen to return to her husband. The book says Mary was never the same when she finally made it back home. She cried a lot, she never looked at her life the same way again, she appreciated everything about her life. 
     Sometimes the darkness is a necessary part, it helps you appreciate the light. I think old Plato might have had a point in what he said. Maybe he was in darkness once too and he knew there was a difference when he emerged into the light.

The Look Of Love

The look of love
Cannot be defined,
It is what passes between us,
When your eyes meet mine.
It is what our hearts share,
When we span time
That look is ours alone,
Yours and mine.

Ode To Love

I was a prisoner, trapped inside
The walls I made, where I tried to hide.
I tried to pretend it didn't matter, I didn't care
That there was no one to listen, no one to share.
I sat inside my lonely place, closed my eyes
To my shut off heart, I stifled my cries.
Then one day, everything changed
In my life, it was rearranged.
For the first time, I could see
Love, is this how it is supposed to be?
Thankfulness, each and every day
I love you, it's all I can say.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cBCQMWMbeMU

Falling Slowly

     It is so funny, I always made fun of the term, falling in love. I used to joke and say it sounds like someone tripped and they fell into something.
     But as life would have it, there is such a thing. It is the rarest thing on this earth. It is the story of two people who met each other. They became best friends. The best friends could confide in each other and talk about anything. Every day they shared their hearts with each other, so much so, that they fell in love with the other one's heart.
      It is about love that transcends everything, time and space, love where time ceases to exist. It is the story of two people who were lucky enough to find each other. Lucky enough to become friends. Lucky enough to fall in love. I am one of those lucky people, thankful that I fell. In love with my best friend.
                                                          Falling Slowly
   

I don't know you
But I want you
All the more for that
Words fall through me
And always fool me
And I can't react
And games that never amount
To more than they're meant
Will play themselves out

Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice
You'll make it now

Falling slowly, eyes that know me
And I can't go back
Moods that take me and erase me
And I'm painted black
You have suffered enough
And warred with yourself
It's time that you won

Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice

You've made it now
Falling slowly sing your melody
I'll sing it loud

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FkFB8f8bzbY

Once There Was A Way

     Sometimes when I wake up I just lie still and think about things. This morning I pondered about things I had been reading and my life. This Beatles song came into my head, once there was a way to get back home, once there was a way to get back home.
     Home was a safe place, it was something you could be sure of, well for some. I have been reading essays, Notes Of A Native Son by James Baldwin and The Joys Of Reading and Writing, Superman and Me by Sherman Alexie, two very different perspectives of home. It is interesting to note that both of these boys were from minorities, both from poor families, but each of them had a very different childhood.
     Alexie had a very strong connection to his father, his father loved books, he filled their home with books. Alexie learned to love the written word because he loved his father so.
    Baldwin's childhood was much sadder. His father was distant, colder, bitter and he was in fear of what he might do to upset his father. Yet, as his essay progresses there were glimpses of the humanity of his father, remembrances of the times his father was not so distant. But still and all the distance outweighed those moments.
   I wondered, does one ever get over the abusiveness. Is there ever a way to get back home, when home was a good place where you felt safe.  My childhood was relatively carefree and good. Adulthood became a challenge, a place where I learned home might not be so good. I ponder these things in my mind,  I don't know if anyone can understand unless they have been in that place.
     My greatest hope in this world is that I could make a difference in someone else's life, for even a brief moment. To appreciate others in my actions and words. In little ways, something as simple as smiling or helping a person when they need it. I have a co-worker who is crippled and it gives me the greatest joy to help her, to wait on her. we usually take our breaks at the same time and it is my privilege to warm her supper up for her and serve it to her. It's those little things in life that make me feel like there is a way to get back home.

This Is Love

     The mystery of love, is it a mystery? Something we cannot fathom or is it in fact simple. Jung said, "I have again and again been faced with the mystery of love.... to speak of partial aspects is too much or too little, for only the whole is meaningful."
     I think love is the realization of it, most especially in a romantic relationship. You realize how much your heart is tied to that person, especially when there is the idea of them being gone. The realization that your life would be empty without them.
    I was recently watching a compilation of clips from a movie, She's Having A Baby. The movie is quite hilarious for the most part. It is the story of a couple who meet and fall in love. They subsequently get married and have a difficult time conceiving a child. But the female character does get pregnant. When it comes down to the end she has difficulty having the baby. The most powerful scenes are played out in the waiting room as her husband recalls their moments.
All those moments they were making memories of their life together. The tears fall silently from his eyes as he is faced with the prospect of losing her and or their baby. All during this time Kate Bush's song This Woman's Work plays as the scenes play out in his mind and he weeps. The song itself is powerful in its lyrics, added to the scenes it is overwhelmingly powerful, I cried myself. Give me these moments Give them back to me Give me your little kiss.
    Love is not really a mystery, it is the realization of it in your heart. It's all those little moments when you realize you love that person your heart is tied to. You know, without a doubt, your life would truly be empty without them.
     I include a link to the song and the movies scenes. I hope you enjoy it.
    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W2ECr2YxI-0

What I Know

    On love--- I laugh when I see people posting about what a real man should be, a list of what, 10 or 15 things determine what he should be.
    I know a real man, the man I love.  I don't want to make a list for him to live up to, I love him for everything he already is,  I don't hold him up to a list because he far surpasses any list I could ever make. Some women will never understand that because they will always be looking for that man that meets their requirements.
   On fitness--- It is your own journey, the person that makes their own plan will be the person that sticks to it. It is not a quick fix but an everyday commitment to yourself.
  On life--- You have to think for yourself and not follow the crowd, it can be scary to blaze new trails, but it can also be exciting. Above all have forgiveness for others, see beyond their actions, don't hold unforgiveness for it will fester and become bitterness in your soul. Life is meant to love others and to be enjoyed, which means to take delight or pleasure in, I know no greater delight or pleasure in this life than to love, love is the greatest pleasure of all.
    

My Author Profile

      I have published two books on Kindle and would like to share my author profile. I would be very thankful to anyone who might choose to buy my books.
      http://www.amazon.com/Juanita-Thomas/e/B00HT43KR0/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1391475232&sr=8-1