His and Her morning meditations. His is pink.
The place was crawling with people who were only thinking about themselves being seen, like a concert, which is ironic. You’ve come to see the band hoping they’ll see what a fan you are, like church. Where’s the music? Why doesn’t it work to just say to an empty person ‘Your temporal lobes are starved for love. No amount of meaningless sex, fast food, cheese, heroin, chocolate, shopping, attention, bombing, plotting, cheating, scheming, branding, saline, saving, selfies can ever fill the holes in your head, heart, soul. Only Love can do that and it has to come from the inside out.’ Anyway, I found a clean towel. I just wanted to shower and not be late.”-notes from a journaled dream.
Happy Friday. xo
Nice
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Thanks!
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Not even *cheese*? I’m shocked! 😉
Beautiful thoughts! ❤
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Cheese might be the only exception. But it’d have to be full fat, room temperature and extra creamy.
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We think we’re sated by such insignificant things when what counts most is always right next to our heart.
Great post. Thank you.
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Thanks Sharon. Two things I can never get enough of: Love and Popcorn. 😉
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🙂
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😊
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There’s someone I know I’d like to show this to. Perhaps stuff down its throat rather!
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😂❤️
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But but but why does “No amount of ….” always look so much more appealing 🙂
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I know right? 😁 we can pretend Ben and Jerry’s is Jesus in a cup.
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Sometimes it is 🙂 ❤
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