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everything is sacred and everything is not
November 2009 
What makes something sacred?
Goddess2day
What makes something sacred?
Well, um, our thinking can sure make everything takes on a sacred shape but that doesn't mean its sacred, right? Right? Right?
Yike. No answer.
Okay, fine, let's see if my current heroine knows any better...
So there she was, front row seat and all, this very fictional, smart-mouth Missy and know-it-all-diva heroine of Amy's novel in progress.
And Miss Heroine is listening to him, Mr. Hero speak to a room-full of people and as he talks, Missy is busy in her head, working overtime to eagerly drink in all his weak points, feeling smug each time she thinks he said something that proved he didn't know everything....er...but that was only once...er...half of once...okay, truth be told, she isn't exactly sure because she never even heard the beginning of that last paragraph because this little irritating prototype rat, oversized hybrid brother of Mr. Hero who is sitting next to her kept on distracting her with the most annoying whisper every five minutes or so and the latest one wheezed out was. "Would you like to be intimate friends with me?"
Some nerves!!!! The bloody little twerp of twerps-
And the thing is Miss Heroine hadn't intended to be in front row seat with this little annoying rat, had found the perfect seat in the back row, next to this handsome greek figure who was giving her sweet, sweet attention and just as the conversation turned to steamy, Mr. Hero appeared and beckoned with one finger for her to follow him. And like some stupid, little puppy with no life, she followed him and took the only remaining seat in the front row he indicated.
Well, it was too late to change her mind because as soon as she realized he wanted to keep an eye on her and babysit his little Dudley of a brother, it was too late for he had already began to speak.
What awful nerves, the bad pig!!! Oh!!! She fumed. He was so going to pay big time for his arrogance.
So naturally, Missy's been seething the whole time, waiting for an opportune moment to get back at him. She's busily glaring at his little oversized rat of a spoiled brother when something he said caught her attention.
"....isn't that what makes everything profane in this universe of ours?" Mr. Hero pauses for effect.
Everyone laughs at this point but Missy, all impulsiveness, did no such thing and instead stuck her hand up in the air.
"It's not time to ask questions." Little Annoying brother of Mr. Hero supplied the obvious in another loud irritating whisper.
Oh God, too late.
Mr. Hero is slightly taken aback and then something that appeared suspiciously like laughter took rapid birth in his eyes. "Yes? You have a question?"
"Yes. No. Um...you're wrong." Gulp. "Everything is sacred."
"Everything?" He lifted one thoroughly amused eyebrow in query. "And ‘everything' encompasses exactly what?"
Dry swallow. "Everything, everyone, actions, inactions, emotions-"
He was clearly surprised. "You considered what Hitler did as sacred? And how about that pedophile on last night's news who sodomized and killed a five year old?"
Oh, bummer. Miss Heroine and her blabber mouth, runaway tongue, now how the hell was she going to get herself out of this little...er...huge jam without losing face? And her face is indeed getting redder by the minute because instead of going on with his boring speech, Mr. Hero is waiting for an answer.
Can anyone help her out? If you were writing this book and you wanted to save your heroine's face, how would you get her out of this jam?
Don't forget, you don't have all the time in the world, Mr. Hero is waiting for an answer.
Should we let the gloating bastard win? I mean, he has won so many bloody rounds already!!!
Should she say, "um, you didn't let me finish that question...I was going to say, everything is sacred and everything is not?" Would that cut it? Would he see right through her lie that she never intended to add more to her "everything is sacred" line.
Damn. What a dilemma. How are we going to get Miss Pagli out of this red-faced jam? What should we have her say that will make Mr. all-knowing-bastard and his rapt audience look at her with awe...instead of amusement and other unnamed horrors of this universe?
Is everything considered sacred and divine or Missy's thinking makes it so?
Yike. What a dilemma indeed. Or is it?
LMAO
Access: Public
ROTFLMAO…
read mr. hero this…
it's sacred too…course, they might toss you out on your ass…u funny goddess u…gol…
Omg, Star, that poem is mind-blowing. Oh wowser! I am in awe. Damn, wished I wrote it!!!!
Gol, too funny, you are, Missy Star, making scream inside with laughter…okay…let’s put this poem to the test…er….through Mr. Hero’s test and see if he has the sheer nerves to kick Miss Heroine out on her ass…(I am sure if he was ‘real’, it would be the other way round, us two crazies would kick his arrogant ass out of the universe faster than the wildest wild, wild west bullet. GOL
So there is Mr. Hero, patiently waiting for an answer, his half-asleep audience suddenly more awakened than The Buddha, rapt with anticipation as they waited in one bated breath for Miss Diva to fall off her chair, flat on her sweet little tush once again. Okay. Figuratively.
As for Mr. Hero, he appears the epitome of calmness, enjoying the situation thoroughly but then again why not? The ruthless bastard knew it, knew he had his audience in the cool palm of one hand, that if there was a kill to be made, now was the time to move in and who the hell cares if Miss Heroine end up being humiliated for life.
However, Miss Heroine was having none of it. She royally clears her throat as if she has all the time in the world. Screw him, if he had the nerves to put her on the spot, then it came with a long waiting period. So there.
She huffed silently once again but despite her new found confidence, she blanched as she realized she had nothing of substance to clear her ‘air-head’ record.
She took a deep breath to offset the building panic. All the bloody wise answers she had in her head moments ago had deserted her at the speed of light. She would have wrung her hands in despair if it wasn’t for the book she was hanging onto as if it was her lifeline. She glanced at it and instantly it hit her. No kidding! This book was indeed her lifeline, literally and figuratively. She smiled with pure joy. This was just not any book, why it was the bomb and it was written in pure poetic rhymes by her online friend—
She smiled once again but this time it was like a wild cat who knew where she could find milk anytime, anyplace, anywhere. “Um…er…well…” She began. “A 21st century poetess in this book says that God is everything including sacred so that surely means everything is sacred, doesn’t it…since um…er…God is considered sacred by the majority?”
Mr. Hero frowns. “Who’s this 21st century poetess you speak of?”
Miss Heroine proudly answers. “Her name is Starlight and her poetry will rock any foundation of…of…yours…er…of …of anyone.”
There is a quiet whistle beside her as Mr. Hero’s brother who had managed to pry the book out of Miss Heroine’s hands, began leafing through it. He whistled again….okay…it wasn’t quite a whistle more like a drake welcoming his long lost duckling friend. “Wowsome!” He exclaims in a hoarse whisper. “ I’d like to take your friend out on a hot date, could you arrange it please? ” He asked with bright, beady, predatory eyes. “She has already serenaded my soul with just one hot verse of hers.”
Missy Heroine rolls her eyes at Mr. Lord’s twerp of a brother wishing she could tell him that even if his penis was as elephant sized as his big brother, he still wouldn’t stand a single chance of meeting the world-renowned, Starlight. And it was not that our Miss Heroine didn’t have time to deal with this little twerp of twerps right now, why the last time she told him off when he sexually harassed her side-kick of a girlfriend, he went crying to big brother.
A slight cough in the audience had her attention springing to Mr. Hero. He is starting to look slightly annoyed that Miss Heroine dares to keep him waiting…. “Missy. I am waiting for your answer and I need it from you, not one plagiarized from a book.”
Miss Heroine huffs deep beneath her breath. The nerves! Well, too bad. Grabbing the book back from the little twerp, she quickly leafed through it to the poem that said it all. “If you stand up right now and recite this poem for me, it might get you a point towards dating my friend, Starlight.”
She cajoled with the sweetest smile she could summon.
Of course, Little Twerp is totally smitten so he was in for anything, even risk big brother’s wrath. He boldly stands up. “Oh, I found something I’d like to share to with all of you while we're waiting on you know who…”…and without waiting for big brother to give him permission, he took over the floor with a loud, breathy, high pitched voice that could wake the dead.
God is a schizophrenic…
”That’s enough!” Mr. Hero cuts in before striding over like some Lion King to confiscate Starlight’s book from his brother. “Let me unburden you of this, please.”Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde…
He must be upstairs masturbating
Taking the world for a wild, wild ride…
God likes to watch while little kids starve;
What's he doing while they're getting raped?
He likes to play with bombs and guns…
And he's obsessed with a thing called hate…
God is oh so powerful…
That he never lifts a hand…
While his children are lost and suffering…
He's still working on his great plan…
God invented the devil…
So he wouldn't have to take all the heat…
If everyone just got off their knees,
Maybe the hungry would have enough to eat…
We thank God for our blessings…
Why do we deserve his favor?
If the Kingdom of heaven's made up of little children,
Why are we still hating our neighbor?
God trained soldiers in the desert…
Put guns in the hands of men;
Created the minds that created the bombs…
God created sin…
Go on and tell me about our freewill…
And i'll tell you about what's real…
To hell with this God, stand up take charge…
He subjects our squirming Missy with a long hard stare. “If I may refresh your memory which should be as recent as last week, right before our make-out session, you already demonstrated loud and clear who you think God is and who he is not…and if I recalled correctly , 'God is everything, dust, poop, mites, lotus, me you, orgasm, disease, laughter, rivers, mountains, skies, and also everything we cannot see…' but you see, my dear, the question I asked earlier was not for you to define God but to tell me if the actions of some of the monsters out there are considered sacred by you and I don’t want any beat-around-the-bush-evasive kind of answer but a direct one this time. Savvy?”
Bummer.
Hell no!
Who did he think he was, Lord of the whole universe? And hai Bhagwan, why wouldn't he leave her in peace? What, he was after her liver now? And sides, why did he have to let this whole room full of morons who latched on to his every word like a starving baby at a breast…..know that she was in and out of a sexual relationship with him?
Bummer, indeed….why he must have said that deliberately to scare off the handsome greek guy in the back row!!! And what did he care that he would scare any potential lover of his off? Why, these women would have him in an instant whether he was already screwing the whole air-headed universe!!!
God, how fair was that???
Yes, they all were Mr Hero sacred in a truth of oursleves as is the denial you now have on your hands, for how quicky do we see the neanderthal in others and not the genocidal human in ourselves.
Maybe it's time for you to leave the stage….
J.M.
Huh? What the–? Denial? genocidal human in thyself? yike. What the–? You know for a moment I thought u were joking until that last sentence… but I could be wrong….
Hai lord, has someone gone berserk, letting a little fictional writing get under their skin? whoa.
Ya know, if this little piece made u angry, i am truly sorry…. but you know what, I find consolation in the fact that I am not the only romance fiction wannabe writer to come under heat for portraying my heroine as if she is a permanent airhead and my hero a full-time jerk and part time neanderthal.
This little piece is intended for all those who reads and understands chick-lit romance…or chick flicks if you please……..and this is about the heroine loving the hero despite all the faults she could see but he cannot see……and even though she thinks ugly thoughts about him inside her head and calls him all kinds of names, she loves him with her entire being……..and when she fights with him, its not to destroy him….but just to strengthen their umm…bond.
Now about me, the creator……I am only trying to improve my art of story-telling but instead of showing me where u think I have gone wrong, u are suggesting I leave the stage? Wow. Incredible. Thank you very much, what a great suggestion… Would you say this to someone you love very much, your child perhaps, your parents, someone you love more than the whole wide world or would you kindly show the person where you think he or she has gone wrong and see if they have room for correction?
I mean, how humane is it to sugggest someone leave the stage???? Would you like it if someone comes to your blog and asks this of you all because they misunderstood where you were coming from? I mean, it's not an impossible thing for someone coming up to you to tell you similarly….but rest assured, I'd never do that to my worse enemy…and frankly I don't have any…….and if you're suddenly one, I considered you a friend when I met you and will always considered you a friend.
Anyway, I still can't get over how brilliant of you for suggesting I leave before I destroy myself and the whole world with my stupid, retarded writing……. but seriously, I truly wished I can please the whole world…but it was not intended to be……at least 20 percent of the population will hate me whether I write the most beautiful stuff or the most ugly kind….
But you know what, this is fiction, I repeat, this is fiction and does not resemble anyone or any thing to real life. Everything is made up by the creator….in fact, even though this is a contemporary setting, it also has a paranormal side…
However, I do hope you realized what you just wrote is contradictory and paradoxical….. For instance…you do realized that by coming here to attack me and asking me to leave the stage, you're acting like a genocidal human….but at least u are suggesting I leave the stage…pretty mild in my opinion…however, if you were in another time, would you suggest I leave the stage or shoot or pushed me off it. LMAO. Kidding.
Sending you my respects and best regards because I still see you the same way I see all beings good or bad and sincerely have no hard feelings for you or anyone else who thinks the worst of me.
With love
Amy :)
Is this where the s**t hits the fan? Then I'm outa here.
ha ha :) It sure sounds like it, eh Sandi….
Hugs. Thanks for dropping by….
Amy :)
Amy…I was rotfflmfao…how hilarious…you have a real gift…don't even think about stepping off the stage…
I don't think Robert meant for you to get off the stage or to stop writing…he writes cryptically sometimes…I could be wrong, but I think he was agreeing with you…that our judgments are prejudiced…or maybe I am just crazy as a loon today and way wrong…
The way you write is amazing…by expressing both sides you take no side, but you open awareness and make the audience question their beliefs…but since it is all done in this humorous way you have, no one can really get pissed off and claim that you are attacking their beliefs…cuz you aren't…
I think it's genius…and I am not just saying that b/c I love you and we are friends…I don't play like that…I really love the way your mind works and the gift you have to make us question our beliefs and judgments…
You are way cool goddess amy…keep rockin in the free world, and I hope that Robert will come back to the thread and explain what he meant…
There is so much more to say…I'll come back to it later…and I hope you will continue with this…we might find it going in new places of knowing…much love and joy, always, star…
Oh god, oh god…me too, Star, thanks for making me crack up at myself…..yikes, if I am wrong, I would so feel like I have stepped into my fictional heroine's air headness, always sticking up her hand in the air to answer a chicken and egg question with an absolute answer….without being asked in the first place.
Oh god, too funny…the way I walked into these kinds of scenario throughout life…….
But u know, I did go over the few lines that Robert wrote with a fine tooth comb……being aware of his cryptic writings…………..(in fact there was one comment he made on your blog that I am sure I read half-wrong…and then u came on and answered it so brilliantly and laughingly, I was left with my mouth hanging opened for hours. lol.)
Anyway, back to that poor comment, looking at it again, yes, it appeared as it did the first time that he wasn't directing that comment at me but at the world in general……however, it was the last sentence that brought out the lioness in me………..I mean, dear world, wouldn't you as well if suddenly get the feeling you're wrongly accused of anti-semetism or whatever the hitler that means???? ( I mean, that's the worse thing anyone can accuse anyone of imo) I mean, here I am, most compassionate being in a complete focking world that love to pretend its totally non-focking……and I get crap…it totally doesn't make sense, me who go out of my way to save all species, even spiders and ants and frigging mosquitoes…so it totally didn't make any sense……..it made me want to go and re-read what I wrote…or mistype… and the other thing was I met Rob and he appeared to me a wonderful, quiet intelligent chap….so heck, it must have to be some divine joke or something I have totally read the wrong way…….but hey….if not, then that's okay too…………becuz for all the wonderful compliments I have received since I joined Gaia, it would be a beautiful balanced thing if the above comment from Rob is exactly the way I read it…. so there, world. so there.
Madness thrives on…and wants to say….I am so awfully sorry, Rob, if I read that wrong. I recalled when u were over at my place that you did mentioned you do push the envelopes or something to that effect………….but yikes, why me???? *sniff*
Lol. Only kidding. YOu know, bring it on world…….like Star says, “we might find it going in new places of knowing”……..
PS: Star, thank u from the bottom of my good and bad heart. U really do rock, u know that….if I never saw it before, your comment would made me see how truly beautiful this world is………..and I'm not saying this becuz u are my one of my coolest friends and I love u very much but becuz its the truth, and you do write marvellously well too, expressing yourself better than I will ever be and what's in more, you've got it down to an art, in pure poetic form…….
and oh my god, I so want to say more…but its late here and I'd hate for people to think I have no life. Gol.
Hugs.
Love u guys sweetly….
holy lord, where is my manners. i just remembered I forgot to add in my comment to Rob, so now I am saying it….Thank you so much Rob for coming to my blog….. I really do have to pay yours a visit and try to crack all those encrypting writes…. lol. hugs.
Hello Goddess, In no way was I asking that you leave the stage, nor was the comment directed as a derogatory statement on your style of writting, I find, as I told you personally, your writing most refreshing, so please I ask your forgivness in these poor manners on my part.
It was not you but the world ( a material projection) as Stalight suggested that asks us to kill, destroy and turn against one another while life brings all things together without borders as to who is better than another. The world the golden calf we whorship is but a thing, something we have made for ourselves, while life in all it selfless beauty, grace, love and kindness, as I find in what you write, is and continues to be made a new for each one of us, each day, breath after breath.
So once again please, no offence was implied nor directed toward you my friend, maybe a steaker just ran across the stage or something?? a silly naked, I don't know,… you are the writer… do that writer stuff you writers do….. I 'll just read for the time being and stick to the question of the day answers.
Sincerely
J.M.
Dear Starlight, Thank you, once more as if with poerty you fit right in when most needed. Thank you for coming to Amy's side in this oversight on my part.
Ok should I swear now too… let me see… frig…no, darn…no, ah s++t I can't think of one.
=}
J.M.
To speak, JM, of an outspoken jingle jangle is way 'highfive'……and to high five the hand that is in the “air” (woot, woot:) is something to be grateful for.
Kids…….and i mean “KIDS” will always, and forever hold their peace in a secret world be'nounced to them only, and a life of You and me no longer in.
They hold in themselves a passion of vibrant flashing hormones, that only wish/can be bounced off from - their hero's such as U, Mother, Father, Son, Daughter, Brother > of a so and so down the road, of within a peaceful community, etc) of a discussion.
It should be obvious that Them being a part of U, and You being a part of Them, is what the splatter of mis-communication is swirling about and coming up front with, don'cha think?
“I”…. am a lover of a lover of You. To deal with that or this, is what has to be sought out/from - and dealt with in the most, and i mean Most, loving way that one can stand (coming from within the empty hole of oneself discovery).
Search, for the realization of ones root/home, and see where the growth began/begins from.
“V”
…….”oh, A……A, oh”…..hee-hee. I got that expression from a sit-com of “Who's The Boss?” Neither you of a them, or a they of a who will suffice,
but a He of the She and She of the He will be the ONE to be seen from/for you and me, eh:))
To receive such an explosion is a most loving - bounce back to yourself that You so lovingly danced the tune to when YOU were of that age:)……hee-hee
Don't ya' get it??
It's like a misdemeanor, here, is coming face to face with the YOU of what crap 'swallowed U up, when U were growing up, eh. Talk about a catch, horrendous 22!
All I know is that 2 and 2 makes 4, and 4 makes 3, 4 all 2 see makes now 6. And that is just one level before 7, that makes a swell'n number of us all:)
(yes and no to any of your questions after reading this:)
i love the way that after a moment of confusion, clarity and understanding break out in every direction! dearest amy, starlight, rita, imzadi…
the first thing my dear one said to me this morning was - did you see what amy wrote? he was so concerned about the misunderstanding… but you are all so very very beautiful to come back with open hearts and open minds and spirits alive to go deeper and deeper together.
how i love you all! can we have a group hug? Group hugs!
Mwah!
Whoa! ~~~Fun, fiction and a streaker running across the stage and a group hug! All before 11 a.m. on a Monday morning! On this note, I think I'll go back to work and write checks or somethin'. :)
oh, i am so blushing shamefully over here….god, i am such a moron…..where's ~Matt when a gorl needs herself deleted for being such a shoot-first-ask-questions-later wild, wild west, cowgorl???
And re-reading what you wrote, Rob, it takes on a totally different shape and meaning….
Oh, Rob, thanks for being so sweet and understanding, you wonderful gentleman you….and lol…..love the way you swear….
Thank you, Nic….thanks Star…….and Reets, thank you……how I love reading your style of writing too…..and lol, sure, I will only ask you questions that require a “no” or “yes”. lol.
But seriously, I do feel as if Rob came over to my house, cracked a joke I didn't understand and I shot him with my double-barrel….yike. I am truly sorry….
All of you, you rock…..group hugs……and sweet contrite smiles….
Anyway, I so feel like the idiot in that story my papa read to me when I was a teeny-tiny gorl……..perhaps, I should write it here……..so I don't do this kind of thing again…??? (Warning: Dog lovers everywhere, avoid this write….it has a horrible ending…….I told it to my baby gorl even though she was at the right age but it still scarred her for life ;-(
*Clears throat* Lets see if I can re-create the gist of it…
Once upon a time, there was an outcast Prince who lost his wife after she gave birth to a sweet little princess. And this poor Prince, literally and figuratively, had no one to take care of his little princess except his faithful dog….
So while the Prince was in the forest hunting, the faithful hound would watch over the little princess. However, one day, when the Prince returned from hunting, he met the most horrible scene of his life. The baby's room was in a mass mess from top to bottom, the crib lying on the floor, his faithful dog licking blood of its lips.
The bloody bastard of a dog had eaten the princess!
Without further thought, the enraged Prince pulled out his sword from its sheath and ran it through the hound.
And as the hound lay dying, a most sorrowful look in his eyes, the sounds of a baby crying intruded…………….
The prince with pounding heart lifted the upturn cradle off the floor and found his baby safe and sound, a dead wolf by her side….yes, the same wolf that tried to eat the child and the hound put up the fight of his life to save the child….
The Prince was of course devastated…what could he do, no undo button in this universe of his…..so with a heavy heart, he lifted his dead friend and laid him to rest under a willow tree…and to this day the willow still weeps…
And you know the rest, ask questions first, shoot later….
sigh.
I love you all. May everyone learn from my story too….
Kathy, darling, omg, you saw the streaker too? Lol….
Well, thanks for making me laugh and all before noon.
Hugs and smiles.
Love u all….
Oh, Gia, its so wonderful to see you….(smiling) Its a relief to know I didn't scare you off with my “hand-clinching heart tight in fear” words. And psst, I have learned to be a little bit more sweet from this experience. Lol, they did say when the student is ready the teacher will arrived and it seemed also that when the teacher is ready a student will come. Sure glad to see we're all students and teachers at the same time whether we are new born babies or a 90 year old.
Deep bow to you too, Gia….another wonderful teacher in our Gaia universe.
Well, thanks again, Gia. A student first, eh? Grins.
Yep. Last time I stomped my toe and it hurt so bad I got angry at the door. poor door.
Si. Priceless lessons everywhere. And hey, Gia, thanks for giving me yet another name. Lol. I absolutely love “Kristen”.
Hugs and smiles, you adorable, Gia, you.
Amy…um….er….Kristen :)
Reminds me of Tich Nat Han…
He spoke of some similar ideas, like looking at a beautiful flower and seeing the divinity that resides within. Then realizing that eventually that flower will die, and join the smelly pile of trash, manure, and compost in the garden. Eventually, that seemingly disgusting refuse will decompose, turn into revitalizing nutrients in the soil and help more flowers to grow from its decayed carcass. If we can only see the beauty in the sun, we will miss all the wonder contained inside our shadows. Its easy to recognize a majesty that shines so bright, but we have to look a little closer to see all the marvel hiding in the darkness. These 'opposing' forces are so closely interconnected, if not for the rain, these flowers would never grow.
I heard a quote once that said… 'if you cannot see god in all things, you cannot see god at all'
Lol, Gia, your belly laughs are sweetly contagious…now you have me wiping back tears from uncontrollable laughter….oh, poor door, where are thou, I need to blow you a healing kiss….but I am too busy watching Gia chase after that incorrigible impersonator of Amy called Kristen…..oooh, Gia, watch out…there is a banana peel ahead……oh god…oh my….too late, Gia collides into Kristen……yike, but Gia is smiling……….what the heck, she didn't mind the stop this time? Ah, Gia is a graceful dancer…she knows she can can dance herself out from any corner stops.
Amy is speechless at this point, can only smile and wave with more laughter… lol.
Oh, Tyler, what a treat, your words of sweet wisdom….. I think I have heard of Tich Nat Han but now u made me curious to go look him up. lol. Wiki, here I come…. yes, I see it similarly too…..this very pantheistic outlook on life, God as the entire flower and the compost, the lotus and the mud, the human soul and its body….and so much more…….and I'd like to think that if those ruthless mass killers out there saw it this way too, we'd hesitate to kill to benefit only ourselves…and yike, I am sure my ancestors were ruthless killers in the past…so no sense condemning them now but to learn from their errors….
Yes, my wise, wise darling, friend, I echo you now….”If we can only see the beauty in the sun, we will miss all the wonder contained inside our shadows. Its easy to recognize a majesty that shines so bright, but we have to look a little closer to see all the marvel hiding in the darkness. These 'opposing' forces are so closely interconnected, if not for the rain, these flowers would never grow. I heard a quote once that said… 'if you cannot see god in all things you cannot see God at all.”
And omg, so much more to say…but we'll compile that volume in the walk…becuz we already have the talk. lol.
Aww, thank you for your kindness and the opportunity to expand my heart for this moment. I look forward to your future blog posts if they continue to be as beautiful as this, which I assume they will be :)
Ah, Tyler…..so awesome to see you again……and you know, truth be told, I can hardly wait to drink up more of your insights………so I will be coming to your beautiful, mind-reaching blogs as well……..becuz you truly are one wise kiddo.
Hugs. Love ya.
GOL…what a wonder-filled, hilarious thread…great drama! better than TNT…haha…
sometimes when we write back and forth like this, it is difficult to understand what we really mean…and easy to misinterpret…so, when a thread plays out like this it is always awesome to see it do so with such honesty, passion, and grace…
much love to all…and Amy, please do not stop with your fictional hilarious way of teaching us all that understanding both sides of the coin is necessary in accepting the whole…*
he heee…sheepish grins…*amy gingerly makes her way back into her own blog, careful not to step on all the molten lava she spilled out for no reason.*
Oh, hi Star. Thanks for coming in……..and I do hope we can all see the funny here…..er…um….it might take moi a little while longer however…
And oh god, yeah, its so easy to misinterpret this written-word world…..so moi is very thankful she has wonderful, understanding, enlightened friends.
ah, shucks, thanks Star. Its fun to write…so I shall continue with my mad style….and also I am needed on FB to write for a group………so I better get scramming on that.
Blowing sweet kisses for all of you and a sending a warm hug to Rob.
I truly do love all of u.
Amy :)
*amusedly watches as feet are extricated from mouths*
…wow, now THAT'S Sacred.
:-D {group hug}
Ah. Welcome, welcome, my goddess of harmony for daring to step onto sacred blog grounds. lol. We really are the universe, eh. Hugs. Five minute group hug.