Mama’s Boy.

In order to feel the petals of a rose, I must risk being wounded by the thorns. In order to make my money at work, I must endure both the traffic and horns. In order to make sweet love, I have to be willing to endure dark pain. In order to appreciate the warmth and beauty of the sun, I must also be familiar with the sometimes cold nature of rain. I am my Mother’s Son. At 50, I feel like this is the third quarter of the championship game. The clock is still ticking, so there is much that I can do to influence the outcome. Perhaps, my Mother placed her dreams inside of me because she understood that the clock was ticking. I didn’t understand time then. Today, all that I think about is time. The right time, the wrong time, my time, our time, this time, that time…. You get it. As I’ve written, you have read. I am collecting stories to share with my Mother when we meet again. Tonight, I write from a place of vulnerability and honesty. I’m searching for something that I’ve never seen. I’m longing for something that I’ve rarely felt. I’m believing in something that’s seemingly unbelievable. My Mother told me to keep my feet planted and chin up. I’m trying. It’s not always easy, but I’m trying. It’s not easy, but I’m trying….I’m longing for something that I’ve rarely felt. I’m believing in something that’s seeming unbelievable. It’s not easy, but I’m trying….Patrick

As always, this week, please do something for someone other than yourself for no reason at all other than to make their lives better. Also, if you make it to where you’re going, please don’t forget to leave a map for the rest of us. Always Choose Love Because Love Changes Everything. Love is a Verb. Love is a Verb…

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