posted March 29, 2010 10:10 AM              

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My mind is sharper than my tongue.
Does that mean I am being dishonest?

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Thinking is not speaking.

There is a world of difference
between thinking it and saying it,
just as there's a world of difference
between saying it and doing it.

The part of you that thinks should be
in harmony with the part that speaks,
but should not be identical to it.

Naturally, it should be sharper.

quote:

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I don't want children.

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I don't either.

posted March 29, 2010 10:12 AM            

quote:

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The part of you that thinks should be
in harmony with the part that speaks,
but should not be identical to it.
Naturally, it should be sharper.

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Well, this is what the two of us have in common.

posted March 29, 2010 10:49 AM              

Some people say everything they think.
They're called "jerks".

But even most jerks soften their thoughts
(though they don't do it for the friendliest reasons).

Some people have lots of dark or critical thoughts,
while some people don't have very many at all, --
but everybody has thoughts that would "sound"
more offensive than they really are in the mind.

It depends on what your motives are, I guess.

Do you soften your thoughts even to yourself at times,
so they sound "right" to you; not just inoffensive to others?

Do you avoid confrontation
when you'd rather say what you mean,
or say it more confidently,
with less diplomatic wavering?

When is it necessary to say more?

When, if ever,
is it necessary to say everything?

When, if ever,
is it necessary to say the worst?

What truth is worth fighting for?

What truth is worth hurting for?

I know these are questions
you ask yourself, as I do,
but there's no answer that
will answer them once and for all;
they must be asked, again and again,
from time to time, as life presents us
with new and unique situations.

This is why it's probably better to speak with
someone you trust about the specifics of a given situation,
rather than try to discuss and solve it in the abstract,
without entering into the particulars that concern you.

posted April 01, 2010 11:10 AM            

Couldn't live with each other, and couldn't life without. Such is life, no? xox.

Gorgeous flower, btw. I was thinking about starting a flower thread, since it was spring!! You mind reader, you. But, now, I'm too lazy. So here is mine...

Yes, Tiger Lillies, you know, Michael Hutchences' casket was covered in hundreds of them because that is what he named his only child. (In case anyone is going to get technical, her name is really, "Heavenly Huranni Tiger Lilly Hutchence." Mouthful, huh?

Oh, and I'm thinking about getting one tattooed on the opposite boob that I have the parrot on, thinking tropic here...kinda like this, but better...

My second and third favorites....

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posted April 01, 2010 02:35 PM            

Yin, dang, you just did it again, as I was posting those, (same as with your fine art thread) I was thinking, "wonder if your favorite flower says something about your personality?"

Guess so.

I guess I'm a tad on the bolder side, and the orange would show a passionate personality??

posted April 02, 2010 09:04 AM            

You create a lovely path to "beauty" and give praise and glory to the Creator of nature. Thank you. You are wise to see that many children are brought into the world for selfish reasons and will suffer being in the "world."

I love lilies of the valley. They don't do well here in the South. So I just have to remember the joy they bring me. Here's a poem I wrote the other day when they came into thought...

Ode to the White Lily Bell

posted April 02, 2010 09:15 AM            

Nature... I've been so removed from it. My house plants don't cut it anymore. I need to be able to garden again.

You're so lucky you live in the South. Do you grow figs where you are? Those are my favorite but it's too cold for them here.

Nice poem.

posted April 02, 2010 10:43 AM            

My neighbors have figs and blueberries. My neighborhood is like my personal Eden. I live where water and mountain (well, hill actually) meet. I have a modest home with a great view of a 25 acre lake. I have my neighbor's gorgeous horse farm out the front kitchen window. I have pecan trees, pear trees, and some blackberries, and a blueberry bush. The soil is being prepared for the garden. I've got well water and a pond that sustains itself until the massive heat and drought comes.