Love is in the air….
Love is in the air…..
Miss you….
Archive for July, 2007
Counseling 101
A husband and wife came for counseling after 15 years of marriage. When asked what the problem was, the wife went into a passionate, painful tirade listing every problem they had ever had in the 15 years they had been married.
She went on and on and on: neglect, lack of intimacy, emptiness, loneliness, feeling unloved and unlovable, an entire laundry list of un-met needs she had endured over the course of their marriage.
Finally, after allowing this to go on for a sufficient length of time, the therapist got up, walked around the desk and, after asking the wife to stand, embraced and kissed her passionately.
The woman shut up and quietly sat down as though in a daze. The therapist turned to the husband and said, “This is what your wife needs at least three times a week. Can you do this?”
The husband thought for a moment and replied,…
“Well, I can drop her off here on Mondays and Wednesdays, but on Fridays, I fish”
how very close
how very close
is your soul with mine
i know for sure
everything you think
goes through my mind
i am with you
now and doomsday
not like a host
caring for you
at a feast alone
with you i am happy
all the times
the time i offer my life
or the time
you gift me your love
offering my life
is a profitable venture
each life i give
you pay in turn
a hundred lives again
in this house
there are a thousand
dead and still souls
making you stay
as this will be yours
a handful of earth
cries aloud
i used to be hair or
i used to be bones
and just the moment
when you are all confused
leaps forth a voice
hold me close
i’m love and
i’m always yours
ghazal number 1515, translated from Rumi by Nader Khalili
Genie Atrapado
Genie Atrapado
I’m awake,
in the still,
glassy air,
touching
reflections,
free,
knowing
the bottle
was a figment,
an entanglement—
to save my soul
from itself.
Genie Atrapado No Mas
Virus
I am sending this to everyone who sends me email.
One of you sent a virus.
It is a very severe virus.
Look what it did to my mouse.
The Cheetah
A very long time ago, when the earth was first created, all the animals came down onto the savanna. The animals, birds, insects were all different shapes and different colors. When the cheetah first came to the earth, just like all other animals, it shook its body and stretched its legs, and took a deep breath of the new clean air. The cheetah thought if felt very good to be alive. Each animal had to get used to its own body, so the cheetah started running and found out it could run very very fast.
The cheetah ran and ran across the vast plains of the world. After a time of wandering the plains alone, the cheetah became lonely, and decided to look for friends of its own kind. One day, the cheetah, with its great eyesight, spotted some large cats off in the distance and eagerly went running as fast as she could toward these cats. As she was running toward them, one of the cats, which was much larger than the others, stood up and roared. The loud noise frightened the cheetah and she dug her claws into the dirt and came to abrupt halt. The cat was a big male lion, and he roared out to the cheetah in a very low booming voice, “Who are you and what do you want?”
The cheetah, which is much smaller in size than a lion and who by nature is a very shy and timid animal, said “I am lonely and have been searching the savanna trying to find friends of my own kind.”
The lion roared, “Well, you are not a lion! Look at your legs and body, you are much thinner than we are. And look at your feet, you have claws like a dogs. Your claws do not retract all the way back into your feet like ours do. You are not a cat, you are a dog. So, you better run away fast and try to find someone in your own family.”
The cheetah lowered her head and put her tail down, and crept away feeling a bit discouraged. She thought big cats were very unfriendly. The cheetah continued her search looking for a friend of her own kind. The days went by. Then one day, the cheetah saw a pack of wild dogs playing in the sun. The cheetah went racing up to the pack. The whole pack was yelping and barking furiously. The cheetah stopped immediately, and the pack leader yelped at her, “Who are you and what do you want?”
The cheetah began to tell the wild dogs her story about trying to find a family of her own. During her search, she was scared by a lion and saddened when he told her that the cheetah was not a cat, but a dog. The whole pack of wild dogs howled in laughter, and barked at her, “You are not a dog at all. Look at your round head and ears, and your rough tongue. They are like a cat’s. Your tail is long just like the other cats. You are not a dog at all!” The pack chased the cheetah off, biting at her heels.
This time the cheetah raced away very fast because she was scared. After running a safe distance from the dogs, the cheetah laid down to rest under a big camel thorn tree. She felt sad. She thought about how the lion roared and did not want her, and how the wild dogs yelped and bit at her feet, and she felt sadder and sadder. The cheetah felt so sad that started to cry. She was very lonely.
The cheetah did not realize that any other animals were near her. A giraffe had walked up quietly while the cheetah was crying. The giraffe, looking down at the cheetah with its big brown eyes, asked, “Why are you crying?” The cheetah was very surprised when the giraffe spoke. The cheetah looked up tearfully at the giraffe and proceeded to tell her sad story about the lions roaring and telling her she was not a cat, and the wild dogs chasing her and saying she was not a dog.
Sniffling, the cheetah said, “I have been sitting here crying, and I have cried so long and so hard–look at my beautiful face, the tears have burnt marks in my face.”
A bird that was flying by the camel thorn tree saw the beautiful cheetah and chirped, “I have traveled throughout this land and you, cheetah, are the most splendid and unique of all the cats I have seen.”
The headman concluded his story and said, “The cheetah has had spots ever since that lonely day. And it chirps like a bird to show how proud it is of being the most unique of all cats.”
What Kind of Tears Are These?
Maybe this was her favorite skirt. Or, maybe she’s crying tears of relief that she wore panties today?