barmaid03's Diaryland diary

19:21 - Jun. 06, 2007
i will write a novel
love is with us always. but it hides, or we run from it or hide ourselves in our own fear... love has been with us always; it will be with us always. and i speak now of the highest love, not a love that comes out of need or desire, or a love that asks something in return. love gives of itself freely, simply because it loves; because that is its nature. and sometimes we hold so tight to our fear because it is all we know, and only when we come to a place of such pain and discomfort do we learn to let go. then, maybe if we listen, we'll know love is with us.

i gave him a rose the day mr wayne died, but at the core it was rotten. i knew after today it was my own fear eating our love from the inside out, so i threw away the rose petal by petal, opening it to its core. when it was exposed i saw there was no substance to it at all, and that i had no need of it anymore.

when the heart is exposed in times of sorrow we understand more of what life is trying to teach us. and what greater opportunity; what greater gift than to journey toward the golden heart with my beloved?

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