“I think I’ve been lucky, being my frequent appearances on Court TV have brought to me another level than just the actor guy.”
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“I think that the power is the principle. The principle of moving forward, as though you have the confidence to move forward, eventually gives you confidence when you look back and see what you’ve done. “
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May 16, 2008 at 5:21 am
Kathryn Ratcliff
My Thoughts of You
My eyes are hot, thoughts swirl around in my head. Those moments we had or I thought we had, are like a story book now, a fantasy. What was real, what was imagined? How can it change so sudden? My soul feels depleted. Too many times I think someone will be someone to love, and it is wrong. Then I share my love, and I am wrong it stains my soul. Struggling to remove or to mend that piece of my soul leaves me tired and empty. Relying on others or another to be what I believe to be real, is my own damn fault. Through all the liars and foolish intents I know better, but from childhood scars I still want to believe there is more than obviously there is. Each time, I feel a little less, however, I suppose this could be protecting my imagination of love.
The purpose of my life’s intention evades me, searching constantly for the magical answer wears me out. The noise of living, I feel deaf from it. Has it always been this noisy? A constant hum, like a computer, saying, “ is this it? Is this the moment I actualize my existence? Or perhaps this is it, the love of my life walking towards me? God this gets old the purpose of love.
persistentillusion says:
Is this part of a book?
July 17, 2008 at 9:48 pm
Kathryn Ratcliff
Yes, my book.
July 18, 2008 at 2:25 am
GoddessLost
Moments yes if you have them are real, they can not be torn up like a card and forgotten.
Your real soul will never be depleted. Find the place where your energy builds upon itself naturally and spend as much time there as you can.
July 18, 2008 at 2:34 pm
GoddessLost
The love we often need most does not live in our future, waiting to find or be found, it is close, near to us, close enough to be felt at times. It is within our power to have at any time, but it requires us to be able to give and receive love since we are the source and destination!
You are right to say “Love is all” and in knowing it is the key, now find the lock.
Do you believe it could ever be wrong to share love? Have you not seen the effect of love shared, in your life, among your extended family? Don’t be afraid to share love when you know it is accepted well. Find those you know who receive love well. You will find they also know something about giving it. Rebuild your faith in love.
hayden tompkins says:
You make a powerful point, though perhaps this is a difference between men and women. Men love out of action, and women take action out of love.
For example – many men feel love through engaging in sex with their wives. Women, however, need to feel love to have sex with their husbands. (One reason why a guy almost never gets laid when his wife is angry with them.)
There is, I think, great value in directionality in the face of fear. RDJr. has made many mistakes in his life, and he could have been paralyzed by shame and fear. Instead he woke up, got showered, and put one foot in front of the other until he could transcend his personal implosion.
July 18, 2008 at 9:35 pm
Kathryn Ratcliff
this is a work in progress nothing concrete and never finished.. taking a part from a chapter “The Petitioner”…
If only he knew how beautiful she thought he was. How she believed in him so; the real him when all his walld are uncovered. His tear stained eyes could say it all. If only he could remember his humbleness and embrace his humility, when it became too foggy to see clearly. But humility was never a suite he could wear for long without ripping the seams of all that was around him. Vanity was the suite he admired. With his ego stretched firmly above his heart, as far as to cover his eyes, he blindly searches for the largest, hardest stone. Swiftly, without thought, he hurls it at her, while her back was turned. Shattering everything and all of her. Her virtue, her integrity, her beauty, and most of her love for him. Her life now hundreds of shards on the ground. Carefully handling the sharp edges, she learns to charis the reflection of her humility. The distaste of his actions lingers on her breath as she prays relentlessly for forgiveness. Forgiveness for herself, her foolishness and to be guilded to forgive him.
July 18, 2008 at 9:45 pm
Kathryn Ratcliff
One must understand the fabric of humility in order to appreciate it.