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Another Stroke

My dad had a mini stroke yesterday.  He's had them in the past.  He didn't call anyone, but spent the day with his Lori in the hospital, not wanting to "alarm anybody".  It was interesting talking to him.  When I told him that it mattered to me what happens to him, he paused a long time and said, "I guess I don't have a lot of self esteem, I never think I matter that much".  I understood.  Valuing ourselves, our authentic self, is essential to championing life and experiencing the rich tapestry of existing as an individuated expression of that life.
His admission reminded me how important it is to matter, not to someone else, but to ourselves.
When we matter to ourselves we are willing to act compassionately, with boundaries of steel and unapologetically ask for what we need.

The truth is we all matter in ways we cannot begin to imagine.  

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ProfoundAlchemy said…
gonna go get that old dude and make him swim about a mile out to sea with me..

and float on our backs from there to the land of milk and honey to the north of us beyond the land of ice and snow..

ah

"To seek the sacred river Alph
To walk the caves of ice
To break my fast on honey dew
And drink the milk of Paradise....

I had heard the whispered tales
Of immortality
The deepest mystery
From an ancient book. I took a clue
I scaled the frozen mountain tops
Of eastern lands unknown
Time and Man alone
Searching for the lost ---- Xanadu

Xanadu ---- To stand within The Pleasure Dome
Decreed by Kubla Khan
To taste anew the fruits of life
The last immortal man
To find the sacred river Alph
To walk the caves of ice
Oh, I will dine on honey dew
And drink the milk of Paradise

A thousand years have come and gone
But time has passed me by
Stars stopped in the sky
Frozen in an everlasting view
Waiting for the world to end
Weary of the night
Praying for the light
Prison of the lost ---- Xanadu

Xanadu ---- Held within The Pleasure Dome
Decreed by Kubla Khan
To taste my bitter triumph
As a mad immortal man
Nevermore shall I return
Escape these caves of ice
For I have dined on honey dew
And drunk the milk of Paradise---

woops..

got carried away there..

love
February 21, 2011 at 3:05 PM
ProfoundAlchemy said…
3 years ago..

the God ole days
February 6, 2014 at 4:14 PM
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