It was mid-afternoon Saturday. I was in the shower getting ready to go over to someone’s house on a social visit for the evening. The phone rang in the next room and my mind had an immediate thought.
“It’s probably her!” I thought.
I’ve had this experience over and over. When my phone rings, I think it’s her. When I hear that I have a new email, I think it’s from her. I even have the same thought — “Maybe it’s something she sent” — when there’s something unexpected in my mailbox.
This isn’t rational. I have no reason to expect to hear from her. But because something in me expects it — every single day — I can’t help believing that it’s about to come true.
For right or for wrong, I have strong images of who I am and what my future will be. What people see on the outside isn’t always what I see on the inside. Like the cat who stalks his prey believing he’s a lion, I see myself as a world conquerer.
We’re neither friends nor enemies, just strangers who share the past
‘This path leads to somewhere I think I can finally say, I’m home’
When love finally dies, it’s like a fever breaks and the pain is gone
Briefly: You have natural human rights, not ‘constitutional rights’
Briefly: I’m fond of finding new ways to express what my heart needs to say
Briefly: Busybodies force Disney to drop Siamese cats from ‘Lady and the Tramp’
Economic Man needs no heart, because love and God are dead
Stop using children as pawns to promote adult political agendas
Leave your dead past behind; that’s not where you’re going