It's Me...

[Patricia]

More of the inquiries I receive are of a "tell me more about you" nature and that's such a broad question, especially to such an intense thinker. I could spend the time spinning out the tale of how I came to be at this point in life, or I could philosophize about who I am internally, but instead I thought I'd toss this post out there and see where it lands.

In the Name of

Love...

Compels the blind to see,
The heedful to be dazed.

It is the nucleus of peace,
The impetus of war.

Love...

Feeds the soul with song,
The mind with revelation...and reservation.

It is ageless, boundless, fearless,
Utterly wise, wholly ignorant.

Love...

The abstruse muse of existence.
Vindication for dissolution.

It celebrates birth,
Grieves upon death.

Love...

Begins as, a spark...
The ripened flame; immortal.

It inspires amazing fetes;
Incites crimes of passion.

Love...

Soars on wings;
Steals the breath.

It robs the will of reason;
Paralyzes the soul.

Love...

Causes the heart to skip a beat;
Rips the heart to shreds.

It is a blessing beyond any measure,
With a price too great to pay.

Love...

It is...Forever...

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The journey of life can make us, or break us. It is our choice how we deal with the path that unfolds before us.

I have known geniuses who never walked the hallowed halls of higher education and complete idiots with Masters Degrees. I have known those with physical beauty unparalleled who are monsters inside and homely backward beings whose inner light is so beautiful that if it had a physical equal would blind us.

In my humble opinion, intelligence is wisdom. It can't be found solely between the pages of a book. It can't be measured by any test dreamt up by the mind of man. Those who hunger for knowledge, eager to glean all from life that is possible, find lessons in every moment of every day, are the geniuses that make this adventure worth living. They don't stand in the company of those less experienced, less schooled, less successful, and think themselves above the moment. They realize that in any given exchange there are a myriad of things to learn. It may be a single thought that gives them a new perspective, an understanding they didn't have before, or perhaps an opportunity to share a bit of wit that will give that light to someone else. They don't hide away from the world in some shell of a life that includes the "worthy ones." Those minds will never know...wisdom. The legacy they leave will be one of self-serving darkness...

I have said this before...

They are the walking dead; satisfied to be comfortable...whatever defines comfortable to them. They've reached a point of contentment, a plateau, and hover there. They believe they are happy, or fool themselves into that guise of existence, but they will never know those moments of sheer true immeasurable bliss. Bliss? Yes. I don't think bliss is found in complacency, and I challenge anyone who has given up on becoming a better person today than they were yesterday to say they have found "bliss."

When you stand at the tippy top of a mountain and the view leaves you so breathless that a tear wells in your eyes...When you stand at the very edge of where the earth joins the sea and feel dizzied by the beauty...YOU are the ones that know what it means to "live."

When the tender look on a parent's face as they watch their child play moves you...When you sit in the company of an elder, finding grace in the lines of a face that has seen almost an entire lifespan and find joy in the tales they spin for you...YOU are the legacy we were all meant to be.

When you have reached the point in life where your choices are not made with callous ease...When your first thought is that this choice will not come at another's expense...YOU are what humanity should strive to be.

When the word "love" means that the person to whom you speak it deserves only the best of you...When you stand in front of a mirror and see the very same person everyone else sees and can peacefully smile...YOU have become the person you were born to be.

I am learning...to gain strength where I was so weak, to find wisdom in unlikely places, to have faith in my character...I am learning that cruelty cannot be dealt with in anger, hatred cannot cured with animosity, ignorance cannot be changed with confrontation, pain cannot be eased with pity, failure cannot be beaten with lethargy, and love cannot thrive without honesty. There are millions of lessons yet to learn. I hope I live to learn as many as my head and heart can hold. But, if I leave before I have sated those aches to learn, feel, find, see, know...the best of life, then I hope, at least, I have left those I love better for having known....me.


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"Me," Paula Cole

I am not the person who is singing
I am the silent one inside
I am not the one who laughs at people's jokes
I just pacify their egos
I am not my house, my car, my songs
They are only just stops along my way
I am like the winter
I'm a dark cold female
With a golden ring of wisdom in my cave

And it is me who is my enemy
Me who beats me up
Me who makes the monsters
Me who strips my confidence

I am carrying my voice
I am carrying my heart
I am carrying my rhythm
I am carrying my prayers
But you can't kill my spirit
It's soaring and it's strong
Like a mountain
I'll go on and on
But when my wings are folded
The brightly colored moth
Blends into the dirt into the ground

And it is me who is my enemy
Me who beats me up
Me who makes the monsters
Me who strips my confidence

And it's me who's too weak
And it's me who's too shy
To ask for the thing I love
And it's me who's too weak
And it's me who's too shy
To ask for the thing I love...
That I love
That I love
That I love...
That I love
That I love
That I love.....

I am walking on the bridge
I am over the water
And I'm scared as hell
But I know there's something better
Yes I know there's something better
Yes I know, yes I know, yes I know...

That I love
That I love.....

(background chorus)

That I love
That I love
That I love.........

But it's me
And it's me

But it's me

But it's me

But it's me

But it's me


This is for those friends who are my life. In whatever way they are a part of me, whether here in cyber space, in touch everyday, a week or so passes, a month, so on....whether we've walked together on the soil of this magnificent earth side by side or only in our minds....whether we've known one another for awhile, or since we were tiny folk...Those who know my heart, my mind, my soul...and love me. You are my friends in the truest sense of that all too frequently used, and sometimes abused, word...Friend. You have seen me rise and celebrated my joys. You have watched me fall and rushed in to catch me. You've witnessed the darkest hours of my days and never failed to say how much you believe in me. You have been patient when I let the burdens pull me down and I hid from sight. You saw me when I didn't believe in tomorrow and you told me there would be a tomorrow that was brighter than any I have seen before. I haven't seen that tomorrow yet, but because of you, I believe there still may be. I must be honest and say I still don't share that optimistic faith in whole, but I do believe that I will be alright.

I can't possibly tell you how much those hours you spent being my shoulder have meant to me...not in a thousand lifetimes.

I still ache. For me, love is not a feeling that dies. It goes on and on....It lives in eternity. Yes, it can be damaged, it can be beaten down, it can destroy....but love, as it is meant to be, is true and pure and forever. If it does "die" then it never was love to begin with. It may have been "like" or "lust" or "I thought I did" but it wasn't love.

"I love you..."

Know, that when those words pass from my lips, they carry every bit of the weight they are meant to...