Along The Way

Once you’ve cut all the ties, and you feel like you’ll just float away, it is time to do some soul-searching. Along the way you will find, there was one person. One with whom even when floating, helps you to feel grounded.

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Pebbles and Sand

The Ides Of March Brings Forth The New Year.

 

Together we survive all storms.
Two who Became One

If you move a single pebble from the beach you can change the whole world.

 

My life rocks
Rocks to live by

It is said if you move a single pebble on the beach, you set up a different pattern, and everything in the world is changed.

It can also be said that love can change the future, if it is deep enough, true enough, and selfless enough.

It can prevent a war, prohibit a plague, and keep the whole world… Whole.

 

Life's about balance.
Balance without abuse

Just at the moment when the dew droplet forms on a flower petal.
There is Equilibrium in the air.
A single fraction in time.
When perfection becomes one,
Where again will this moment appear?
Never again, it is plainly clear.
Once a moment is gone…
It is lost forever in the fabric of time. — Wade Lancaster

There can be no Friendship where there is no Freedom. Friendship loves a free Air, and will not be penned up in straight and narrow Enclosures. It will speak freely, and act so too; and take nothing ill where no ill is meant; nay, where it is, ’twill easily forgive, and forget too, upon small Acknowledgments. ~ William Penn

 

Misunderstandings and neglect occasion more mischief in the world than even malice and wickedness. At all events, the two latter are of less frequent occurrence. ~ Goethe in The Sorrows of Young Werther

Real World Components of a friendship
Friendship Earth

Let someone love you just the way you are. As flawed as you might be, as unattractive as you sometimes feel and as accomplished as you think you are. To believe that you must hide all the parts of you that are broken, out of fear that someone else is incapable of loving what is less than perfect, is to believe that sunlight is incapable of entering a broken window and illuminating a dark room.

Brokenness  distills the intentions of the heart by helping us to be more honest with ourselves. We begin to realize that we are more vulnerable than at first we thought; that our faith is not as strong as we imagined, and that our motives are often mixed and unconscious. Illusions are striped away; idols crumble; deeper levels of selfishness are uncovered; the gap between our words and our deeds. If someone comes into your life and has a positive impact on you, be thankful that your paths crossed. And even if they can’t stay for some reason, be thankful that they somehow made you happy, even if it was just for a while.

If you truly love someone, you will do whatever it takes for both of you to last forever. You will learn to be more patient, caring, understanding, trustworthy, faithful, forgiving and tolerant. You’ll learn to be less argumentative, doubtful and judgmental. Just trust your heart with your mind. If you want to give a real gift to anyone, give them your time, attention and importance. A loving heart doesn’t expect anything more than that.

I wanted you to know something,
I mean really know it, more than
just allowing the words to escape
through your ears, I want you to
etch them into your bones,
write them on a board and nail
them to the chambers of your heart,
I need you to understand and feel
every single syllable I tell you,
because… This is important:

“Don’t hurt me.”

I don’t think I could
properly describe
to you how life ‘is’—
because how often
moments change from
quiet and chaotic to
loud and peaceful— life
that’s an adventure that’s
not going to end, while we
search for love in every
corner of every human’s heart,
and I can hear the wind whispering
love me love me love me

I fell adrift, floating
through thickness like
humidity sticking to my skin,
I felt trapped in the stomach
of uncertainty, which became
the heart of misunderstanding,
my clothing drenched in hope’s
tears, how clichéd my day turns
into nights and my skeleton creaks
under the pressure of my dreams,
how long have I struggled and
how much farther do I have left to go. — You Know

colors of love - rainbow
Be a rainbow in someone else’s cloud

If Only You Could Hear Me

If you could hear me, there are things I could tell you:
like my dreams, I was a branch and you were a bird
and you built your nest and I gave you a home, and
I was the bird and you were the worm and you wiggled
beneath my lips and you nourished my body, and
I became the worm and you were the dirt and
I gave you warmth and guidance and quenched
your thirst and then I was the dirt and you were
a child and you shaped me into pies squished
between your chubby fingers and I rested on
your cheeks until I became the child and you became
my pet and we danced in the rain and chased after
the birds and you snuggled up to me next to a fire
and we slept, and I became the pet and you were
my owner and you fed me and gave me affection
because I was loyal and then I became the owner
and you became my love and we found ourselves
in between clean sheets, damp with sweat and
stripped naked and satisfied and the sun began
to peak through our blinds and you became
the sun and I turned into the moon and we’ll
be immortalized day and night and you’ll fall
in love with me every moment and I didn’t want
to find myself in reality again, but when I woke
I realized you were still there, kept in my heart
and for now, that’s all I need until I want more
and more comes with the future and the future
will be our adventure—if you were listening,
I would tell you all this so you could understand
that I’m waiting: you’re my bird and I’m your branch.

This is about being who I am.

Sometimes the glass is simply half empty,
but most of the time it’s overflowing.

I laugh loudly and infectiously.

My writing starts in my heart,
travels to my mind, and
spills from my fingers and
if I don’t catch it in time, I’ll lose it.
I try to write as universally
as possible, but it’s always so personal.

I’m too loyal to people, wanting to give
them my last breath if it meant
they would love me unconditionally
and without fear.

I get so drained from being who I am,
from trying to be patient and understanding
and offering an ocean and
I only receive a grain of sand in return.

I remember the struggle to find
my footing on this polluted earth,
in my attempt to find knowledge —
I never needed to understand
the situation, but I needed to
find closure, they never
considered to give me that,
there always seemed to be a
deafness that pressed against
my ears filled with fear
it became inevitable like a
time bomb, like skinned knees and
bruised elbows, like broken hearts,
I’ve only found solace at midnight
when the world gets quieter and
softer and I’m closer to falling
into sleeping dreams of my
imagination at its best where
my hope hasn’t suffered and
everything seems attainable yet.
I wake up wondering if I’m meant
for another life—because this process
has been far too hard on my skeleton
and it’s my soul that’s starting to fade.

I Observe, but not absorb. I choose calm. I choose peace. I choose love. I choose life.

Alive within the energy field of every single one of you is a light so abundant, so overwhelmingly alive, that to touch upon it would fill your longing hearts.
Bartholomew Reflections of an Elder Brother

A Post From The Past

December 21, 2014
One of the many GREAT features in WordPress, the ability to post something now, and have it actually become publically visible at a future date. Nice Going @automattic! The previous post was one such future post.
So, I am sitting in bed, perhaps at my wits end, the final straw indeed.

There MUST be more to sharing this life with someone… You could have it all…

The first time you fall in love, it changes you forever and no matter how hard you try, that feeling just never goes away. — The Notebook

I can be changed by what happens to me. But i refuse to be reduced by it. — Maya Angelou

Everyone thinks about changing the world, but no one thinks of changing himself. — Leo Tolstoy

ADELE — Rolling In The Deep

Lyrics for Rolling in the Deep By Adele

There’s a fire starting in my heart

Reaching a fever pitch and it’s bringing me out the dark

Finally I can see you crystal clear

Go ‘head and sell me out and I’ll lay your ship bare

See how I leave with every piece of you

Don’t underestimate the things that I will do

There’s a fire starting in my heart

Reaching a fever pitch and its bringing me out the dark

The scars of your love remind me of us

They keep me thinking that we almost had it all

The scars of your love they leave me breathless, I can’t help feeling

We could have had it all (You’re gonna wish you never had met me)

Rolling in the deep (Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)

You had my heart inside of your hand (You’re gonna wish you never had met me)

And you played it to the beat (Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)

Baby I have no story to be told

But I’ve heard one on you and I’m gonna make your head burn

Think of me in the depths of your despair

Making a home down there ’cause mine sure won’t be shared

The scars of your love remind me of us (You’re gonna wish you never had met me)

They keep me thinking that we almost had it all (Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)

The scars of your love they leave me breathless, I can’t help feeling

We could have had it all (You’re gonna wish you never had met me)

Rolling in the deep (Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)

You had my heart inside of your hand (You’re gonna wish you never had met me)

And you played it to the beat (Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)

We could’ve had it all

Rolling in the deep

You had my heart inside your hand

But you played it with a beating

Throw your soul through every open door

Count your blessings to find what you look for

Turned my sorrow into treasured gold

You pay me back in kind and reap just what you sow

(You’re gonna wish you never had met me) We could’ve had it all

We could’ve had it all (Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)

It all, it all, it all, (You’re gonna wish you never had met me)

We could have had it all (You’re gonna wish you never had met me)

Rolling in the deep (Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)

You had my heart inside of your hand (You’re gonna wish you never had met me)

And you played it to the beat (Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)

We could’ve had it all (You’re gonna wish you never had met me)

Rolling in the deep (Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)

You had my heart inside your hand (You’re gonna wish you never had met me)

But you played it, you played it, you played it, you played it

To the beat

A Virtual Truth

The virtual world always tells the truth. It exposes a liar, and makes light to the words told or written. There is always someone, something, somewhere who revels truth. Make no mistake about it… as long as you continue to be in a virtual reality, you must always be honest. Say what you say, but also know when you lie, something will tell a story contrary, more truthful. Surly other people will tell their own version. However, when evidence tells a story, based in facts, pictures, post and walls expose the reality based in a real world of knowledge. Lock that wall down, try to protect or hide, make any attempt to keep secret… but some things can never be hidden… from the eyes of virtual seekers. Honesty is always the truth. Lies only conclude a liar is always a liar and until one stops… there is no hope for peace and happiness between us.
On November 4, a Tuesday, Americans will vote in mid-term elections. Let the truth shine through!

True Love

True love is a rare thing. If you’re lucky enough to find yours, hold onto them and never let them go. You don’t give up on someone you love.

#quoteofwadelancaster #truelove #nevergiveup

Love is the best of all emotions. It fills my heart to abundance, even overflowing. When I met my one true love, my best friend and confidant, it was the best day in my life! One day, several months later (As the story unfolds) I was overcome with the most beautiful, yet scary feeling I have ever felt. I realized two things… I was in love with her and I wanted to spend every waking moment with her. I have never been “in love” before. Sure, I loved, but not like this! Yes, it was scary… At first. And I cried for it. Not because I was afraid, but because I felt the most wonderful feeling I had ever experienced in all my years. It was undoubtedly the absolutely best, most comforting and heartfelt emotions I have known. It was unfortunate, we were hundreds of miles apart, I worked on the road back then. So I called her, told her everything I felt… And even cried. Yes, real men do cry. When we are happy, when we are sad. In the comforting arms of a mans woman, he can do that. She understands him. She is good, kind and brings her man peace and security when he needs that most.

True Love is Pure. It is unadulterated and without failure. Some, think they know what true love is. Some have a twisted view on what it should be. True love is perfect. But humanly it has flaws. However, true love can be diluted, if allowed, by other influences of emotions.
True Love has no secrets and no lies.

My true love, she is my everything. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I love everything about her. From her toes, to her nose, and a little bit further, I love her… Deeply, completely and above all others. I cherish ever moment we are together. I adore her, love the sound of her voice and want only happiness for and with her. I love the way she makes me laugh! I look forward to being in the same space with her. The most beautiful part of this… She loves me too. We share a connection, that traverses the miles. We know what each other is thinking and when it is time to kiss. There is nothing more wonderful and kind, than being in love. We are a mirror of each other. And.. “Looking into the Mirror… As the Story Unfolds… I will write more about how epic our love is…

When true love and destiny collide, let not the sparks Kindle a flame that forged a virtual sword. Wielding in the hands of evil, surly the destroyer will destroy the goodness and security of their passions.
When confronted with anger. Press forward without hurtful words. Instead, make kindness and understanding priorities. When one can talk with kindnesses, the other will be able to see and understand better. Always forming the clay into perfection, provides for a deeper and truly romantic relationship. Love conquering all bad, replace it with sweetest of dreams.

“Beliefs don’t make you a better person. Behavior does.”

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“Learning to tell the truth is a fantastic time saver.” – Francesqua Darling

A Word About Publishing

‘It all starts with you. If you’re not ready to wear a new hat or have others help you, then find enjoyment just writing for yourself and your cat’.

Self-Publish, Vanity Publish, Traditional Publish.

When you have spent months or years writing your book, it becomes a novel idea when we decide to put all that effort into book form. So, what to do, who to turn to, where can you get your book published and by whom?

publish
[ ˈpəbliSH ] verb
verb: publish third person present: publishes past tense: published past participle:
1.(of an author or company) prepare and issue (a book, journal, piece of music, or other work) for public sale:
“we publish practical reference books”
synonyms: issue bring out produce print
2.communicate (a libel) to a third party

There are many options today. Self publishing has become the “NEW” way people are getting their book out. Yet it does mean you still have to be able to have the money, method, marketing and warehousing to choose this method.
With the Internet, “The world becomes like a small village.” #quoteofwadelancaster and you can reach a large number in your target audience. However, you still have limited yourself to a small portion of what you can achieve.

I found a publisher for my novel. It is a truly convoluted tale, about a man, who meets a woman, online. His past, dreams and real world experience, the virtual reality sword and how everything ties together. Held only by the thread of hope… will they ever find the destiny of true love and happiness together as one. A vixen, a vampire, a knight, and a geek. Passions and hate mixed with an ongoing attempt to unite the two as one. A truck and travels, a home not secured. Lies and secrets and hidden agenda’s what could become of these. A monster and an angel, a beast and a saint, what a convoluted story, real and virtual can make?

I plan to write a vast amount here, in my blog. And give my view on why you should write. Write from the heart, from mind to pen. The words of your vision, to keyboard you can spell.