"It doesn't happen all at once," said the Skin Horse. "You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in your joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand."

***A Quote From The Velveteen Rabbit


They Say I Give REALLY GOOD....

ORIGINALLY POSTED:   Saturday, June 21, 2008

They say I give REALLY GOOD gifts. Thoughtful, special birthday presents, the kind that leave a person wide eyed and wondering just where did I come from...And with not a lot more to say than "Thank you..." accompanied by a tight, passionate hug, the kind that makes me feel so much closer to where I want to be, again, just the kind I was looking for. And this was way more than I needed in order to know I was appreciated and adored, in that moment, because it was all in the eyes. Everything I wanted to hear, came from your soul, loud and clear.

They say I give REALLY GOOD advice, I'm a talented problem solver. A knack for attention to detail and less conventional but just as logical simple solutions to complex problems. A gift to be able to look inside the box just as much as outside the circle, and the ability to maintain simple innocence in the dream that a square peg really will fit into a round hole if you just try hard enough and never give up. Everything is subject to our own perception, nothing is ever as it initially seems, time grows comfort and familiarity, planting seeds of devotion.

They say I give REALLY GOOD love....I always put it all out there, it's all or nothing with me. I have no time to waste in matters of the heart, there's never enough love in the world, to me, or so many days in this life that time should be spent only taking all I can get, or just giving all I have...Or even sitting on the fencepost watching the world go by. I wear my heart on the outside...If I find myself growing complacent in my responsibility to myself, not to mention humanity, only one thing will result. I'll run away, in my determination I've grown flighty.

They say I give REALLY GOOD support, I always want to lend a hand, help out, whatever it takes to help maintain the focus just where it should be. Let ME get more wine for you, anyone else need some? Want some of my snack? Let me light that for you...Are you hungry? ...Apples? You want some apples? Sure I can get the bongos for ya, want a Number 9 while you're waiting? I'll wrap those, let me show you how...And I love doing it, miss it when I don't. They're nothing necessary, my efforts, rather like a bandaid covering a minor cut, but the appreciation was always there, none the less, and I always felt a part of it all. Bandaids never last long , temporary things that they are, but they always leave behind a lingering reminder, like sticky, gooey tar.

They say I give REALLY GOOD time. Memories that last an entire life. Some stories to be told for generations to come, some spoken of only in time spent just between us. And it's a blessing to have spread those seeds along the way, a charmed existence to leave behind a trail of wild flowers to mark my journey on this pilgrimage, but it's not enough. It's time to choose a plot, finally get dirt beneath my fingernails as I claim my place, sunburn my shoulders as we nurture our garden, love the rain in our faces as we're wrapped around each other with no where better to be, and no longing in our heart for something else, because for you and I it'll no longer be just about our "me"s. There will be nothing left but everything, and we.

This is where I'm going. This is where I want to be. I feel you watching, thinking. Come with me, please?


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