So it's Thursday. Time for Thursday's Treasures, or Things that Make Me Feel Rich. And I'll get to it, but first a little story.
Just a few moments ago, I was reading Ms. Moon's post Brains Baked, Simmered, Fried and Flaked. As usual, I was enthralled and inspired and at home in her words. As usual, I felt like she had given my belly stirrings words, and so told me my own truth. She's amazing. And so as usual, I laughed outloud and Dawn said, "What?" I said, "I'm laughing at Ms. Moon." She said, "What's she up to today?" I said, "She's yelling about people coming to her house to witness." Dawn said, "Witness what?"
Before I go any further let me remind you all that if it weren't for the fact that we share a heart and soul, you would testify that Dawn and I are Polar Opposites. She grew up WAY up there and I, WAY down here. Our political, social and spiritual upbringings were as far removed in content as they were in geography.
So you'll understand the sweet shock that rushed over me when my beloved said, "Witness what?" In the brief seconds that I stayed in my chair, I was hit head-on by how different our beginnings in life were and how amazing it is that we have come together and how glad I am to not be living my old life anymore and how much tangibly better my life is with her in it and so many others out of it.
And so, surprising both Dawn and me, I stood up and quickly moved to her. I took the laundry out of her hands and put my impatient mouth on hers and pushed her down and made love to her right there on the couch in the middle of the afternoon heat.
And I feel rich. And whole. And so very alive.
So here's my list for today.
1. Ms. Moon's laid-bare soul, her wisdom and her truths.
2. NOT living in Mississippi.
3. Having a whole swarm of friends to tell this stuff to and Believing that you really do care.
4. Pandora.com that always manages to play a perfect song. Right now, it's Debbie Comer's version of Crash into Me.
5. The City of Pensacola that puts on fantastic summer activities. Tonight I'm going to play in the fountains with my adorable family while a band serenades us.
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Well. I have certainly done MY good deed for the day.
ReplyDeleteI'll have to remember to say "Witness what?" when the Wife walks in from work today.
ReplyDeleteoh wow. witness. oh how i know. and WOW...never heard crash into me before. any version...really good song!
ReplyDeleteNice try, Propane. I'm not coming to Iowa. By the time I got there, the moment will have passed and it will just be embarrassing for us both.
ReplyDeleteHell's Bell's Christians in the South witness to total strangers. It usually involves one of them asking you if you are saved or of you know out Lord or if your name is in the book? There is no right answer to this question. He/She will go on to tell you that you are going to hell and need to fear it and that pretty much there is no way around it unless you become one of their flock, and even then you may fail if you don't do just as they say. "Drink the juice! Drink the JUICE!"
These people camp out in front of the Piggly Wiggly, comb neighborhoods, bother families having a picnic in the park. They are like rabid dogs, simply relentless. Of course, many of them also believe that if they don't convert a certain number of heathens before they die, then they are also going to hell.
Scary bunch, for sure.
Surfed here from Ms Moon - what a post! You are rich indeed! =) It's fantastic that you're so happy.
ReplyDeleteThere's a clan of Hell's Bells Christians here at First Baptist Church in downtown Jacksonville. My family got so tired of them coming to our house when I wasn't home that they invited them in to wait for me. And they did!! For two hours...ugh, they wanted me to go to their singles dance. I told them I was an unmarried single mother and I wasn't interested in meeting anyone special. They've never been back.
ReplyDeleteNorth, South, Canada ... *hang on my head in whirling with this post* ... shew!
ReplyDeleteI am still confused about the "witness" thing - show me the way Windy for I am a Northerner married to an Atheist.
ReplyDeleteYes, when Ms Moon writes, it stirs the soul. I guess in your case it stirred something else, too. Hee hee.
ReplyDeleteGlad you and your love are so happy. I love the sweet way you talk about her always. You should be an example of real love to couples everyehere! Both gay and straight!!
Woo hoo!!! hot stuff!! that is love for sure.
ReplyDeleteHey, why am I showing up at the Starbucks in Kingman as Santa Fe, NM?!?
Sorry, Propane. Minnesota. I'm not coming there either:)
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