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Cleansing Day
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Cleansing Day |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart 
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Cleansing Day Oddly, today is the day I shall clean ~ my mental house ~ ~ my feeling heart ~ ~ my memory banks ~ in my mental house truth's realization beckons me to white dreams, to lay aside the black of being sorry, sorrows of what happenings weren't to happen, and what was not to be do not set aside just one day to atone for the sins of wants and needs and desires… you know the ones I mean… the ones you shouldn't take, that don't belong to you. Instead go toward the bluish light of white, that which you can aspire to, in grace and ritual and aspiration of right… should a hand reach out to take mine…in comfort or in company…(whether giving or receiving) it is ok to accept it for the moment, to remember to give it back to those who own it. My feeling heart has lent itself to maligning times and propitious twinklings ~ breaking (hearts break) only as brakes were applied to moments of rejection and fallacies, over good gone bad and bad just going gone, and I have gained in losses and expedited rejection toward better moments, where my heart could mend, then wend its way toward others in an effort to walk them through this hall of quaking, (hearts quake) just so we could get to the other side… for I have traveled it alone many a time… so why does trepidation make my heart beat (hearts beat) faster even when I know I need not fear fear… Now to dust away cobs and webs from memory banks… oh sometimes so laden leaden with memories until a key unlatches just the right bank, and gold spills forth in memories' sounds of smells and feels that rush of life… So this is the most precious of the cleansing, that which to discard, which to keep, like old magnetic tapes that are bent and LP's that have a scratch, for I examine each and every one that comes to surface with this cleansing, just to make sure there is no hope for resurrecting any of that particular memory… ah but those that make me feel so good… those I keep in soft folds of comfort and warmth, I keep them in smells of Old Spice and Canoe, Tabu and Chanel… and fresh baked bread of a Monday morning, I keep them wrapped in rays of golden light playing halos in a child's hair, I keep them in your wide open eyes, with butterflies laughter carrying them to the safest memory bank I have… for safekeeping, I polish the key with some spit and shine and place it safely in my heart till needed next, then write myself a note and place THAT in my mental house so that I might find it from time to time, (Reminder to me - clean house) that whenever anything other than a cleansing is required, like a friend who needs me, I might find and share these moments with you in a clean house. ~*~ 01.08.01 slightly revised 06.21.10 Reposted for my husband on our 30th anniversary on this summer solstice. |
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2islander2 Member Ascendant
since 2008-03-12
Posts 6825by the sea |
nice inspiration, I loved may visit of this mental house.... regards yann |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Now THAT'S my kind of house cleaning, Sissie!!  |
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bel1e Senior Member
since 2006-07-24
Posts 1631 |
what an endearing and heartfelt tribute ! |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Beautiful thoughts on this special day, dear Karilea! We share this anniversary as you may remember.  My philosophy lies in the direction of "every day's burden is sufficient onto itself" ... every day is a new beginning. Love, Margherita |
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lucky Senior Member
since 2000-01-17
Posts 1601Idaho |
I'd never remember where I relocated all my junk. I don't want to get to disorganized so I'll just stick to my "one at a time plan" dale |
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