Second Thoughts ~ Single Awareness Day

Greetings Dear Reader,

Sometimes I will end the day with thoughts that are important to get out.  Usually I just write them and put them in my journal folder.  I have chosen that on occasion I will share them with you, Dear Reader.

I have commented before on what a broken heart I have.  It seems that Single Awareness Day (Valentine’s Day) is harder to endure every year.  I just cannot find I toehold out of the place I am in.  I do not with to in any way detract from the joy of those who have found love.  I wish great blessings upon them.

I do, however, wish to come along side those for whom this is a difficult day and let you know that you are not alone.  We are alone together.  I realize that does not cure our ills but I hope that it gives you a little peace.

My heart is weary and worn.  It struggles with even the idea of trying to love someone romantically again.  Unfortunately, I am a romantic.  I will never give up on the idea or ideal of love.  Rather, I will use the shards of my heart to let love flow to others in ways that show them their worth and value. 

It is not the lack of physical love that is the challenge.  It is the absence of a fellow traveler.  It is the many hours alone where there was once a companion.  I will accept this state as I do with all things I cannot control.  I will walk on in faith.  I will, however, be honest about the pain. 

Operator (That’s Not the Way it Feels) – Jim Croce

Operator, well could you help me place this call?

See, the number on the matchbook is old and faded

She's living in L.A. with my best old ex-friend Ray

A guy she said she knew well and sometimes hated

Isn't that the way they say it goes? Well, let's forget all that

And give me the number if you can find it

So I can call just to tell 'em I'm fine and to show

I've overcome the blow, I've learned to take it well

I only wish my words could just convince myself

That it just wasn't real, but that's not the way it feels

Operator, well could you help me place this call?

Well, I can't read the number that you just gave me

There's something in my eyes, you know it happens every time

I think about a love that I thought would save me

Isn't that the way they say it goes? Well, let's forget all that

And give me the number if you can find it

So I can call just to tell 'em I'm fine and to show

I've overcome the blow, I've learned to take it well

I only wish my words could just convince myself

That it just wasn't real, but that's not the way it feels

No, no, no, no - that's not the way it feels

Operator, well let's forget about this call

There's no one there I really wanted to talk to

Thank you for your time, ah, you've been so much more than kind

And you can keep the dime

Isn't that the way they say it goes? Well, let's forget all that

And give me the number if you can find it

So I can call just to tell 'em I'm fine and to show

I've overcome the blow, I've learned to take it well

I only wish my words could just convince myself

That it just wasn't real, but that's not the way it feels

Wishing you joy in the journey,

Aramis Thorn

Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure store.”

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