MY ROLLER COASTER ‘emo’ ride has eventually come to a halt. And one of the things I should be thankful for in making this possible is the recently concluded U.S. presidential election highlighted by President-elect Barack Obama’s victory.
You may find it weird as to how the U.S. election has played a role in putting back the pieces of my marriage. Well, you see, in between those intense and frenzied confrontations, denials, betrayals and finally, admission – hubby and I still managed to share one common interest: subscribing to news on the U.S. presidential campaign trail. So often the scenario before bedtime had me and him both glued before the television set in our bedroom, switching between CNN, Fox, BBC and other foreign channels to catch on the latest election trends. I guess this did the trick in re-uniting us and helping us get over the preceding unpleasant state of our affairs.
I am more at peace now; thank you to my blog friends who left encouraging words here in my blog that lifted my spirits. And though nothing is really conclusive, I am now taking life with a more positive view and thankfully, the grass are looking green again and I can see once more the early morning dew on my orchids’ leaves when I wake up every morning. Indeed, literally and figuratively – this is how my vision of life is going about at the moment. Auspicious signs these are, which I thank God for.
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. . . . is a love only just now being born
less fragile than a bloom in its first day of blossoming
swaying on a slender stalk?
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Each needs protection, the coming of other lovers
or the crowded flower bed.
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. . . . love is a target and attracting place
for every element outside its circle,
jealousy, distortion, misunderstanding,
and the lack of trust that distance causes.
Yet I have known some loves to be so strong
that they can overcome every element conspiring
to knock them down.
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The wind rocks cradles gently even in the storm.
While in the cradle of our love
if we must share our trust
we can do no better
than to share it with the wind.
– Rod McKuen (Watch for the Wind)