“Once you make a friend, a friend never leaves you, even to death. So a friend is really hard to find.” –Wallace Black Elk, LAKOTA Once, an Elder told me he made a decision to be my friend. He said this friendship wasn’t based on my behavior or how I acted; he said the friendship was based on his decision. He decided to be my friend. This friendship has happened like he said. Even if I don’t see him for a long time, or if I get mad at him, he has never changed his decision. This is true friendship. […]

you know, all my life, i’ve put up with people telling me what i need. and i think i’m just about tired of it.

i wrote someone the other day asking for good vibes because i’m feeling a bit down. today, they arrived. i actually felt them. which prompted the following to the place where the initial request was set, given in response to a kind and very tender post that brought tears and smiles.

had cause today to follow up with a group i haven’t thought about or dealt with in years… heh. the skeptic’s society. their ‘mission statement’ so to speak, lives here: http://www.skeptic.com/about_us/discover_skepticism.html and it was to this item that i was motivated to reply as follows…

well. that didn’t last as long or hurt as much as it used to.

i have to admit, i have just about been convinced that i am going to be alone the rest of my life.

well. after all the work toward alternarrative, it may not be a thing i must push. this place is established, busy, eclectic, beautiful, AND it is creative commons! http://wildpoets.com my corner is at http://wildpoets.com/Fenix – though i’m not sure if i’m going to submit the old stuff, only the new, or some splintering between. hrm.

this, a conversation with the master sergeant, in which the same choices arise and in which it is demonstrated that perhaps this silly dandelion of a woman really can learn. posted with permission, as is noted toward the end of the conversation. thank you, master sergeant. for everything. (hug)

all things change. all things pass. it is a lesson the monks learn early. for some of us it takes a bit longer.

comewhatmay-041207.mp3 read on for the text.