When I read the daily prompt today I darn near barffed! I have had some horrible days lately and I have let my life be led by emotions. Someone said to me that emotions can take over your rationality. Anyway, my living life on life’s terms is a work in progress for darn sure! But, back to the topic at hand. I didn’t want to write about any kind of love at all period. When my emotions get the best of me I get very stubborn! In spite of myself I did write on each topic. When I read this one I inhaled deeply and thought more love? My next thought was what unconventional love is. I had to look it up just to make sure I had a full understanding of it. Here is what I found.
The definition of unconventional is someone or something that deviates from the norm or accepted standard.
I have a very unconventional love of my life! I love and adore everything and anything the color orange! It can be any and all shades of orange too! I look at orange things and smile. Odd I have been told yes it is. When people use to get me gifts it was something orange. I collected all things orange at one point in time. I am fixing to finally get a place of my own. It goes without saying most of the decor if not all will be orange. Someone once asked me why I liked orange so much. My reply is this it is happy and bright just like I want my life. I own nothing but a iPad and a garbage bag with clothes now. I have lost all material belongings I ever had. Life on life’s terms has hit me hard. As my new begining starts the past is left behind. But, one thing I love and will carry with me forever in some form is orange. One funny family fact about my orange is that my grandmother and my oldest son’s favorite colors are orange. The two never got to meet but we share an unconventional love for the color orange!
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Finish this sentence: 3 people walk into a bar………
All three were dressed to kill that night. It was ladies night out! Will they all get free drinks? That is the goal. They are not regulars here. Rocky came here every night of the week and had never seen them. They look like the are in the wrong place. Wow, are they coming over to talk to me? Coming, closer and closer and right pass me they go! Their asses look great in those skirts!
The bartender Billy notices them also. Great, maybe I will get some good tips. He watches as they continue on pass all the empty chairs in the place. Maybe they will start with pool? The round the corner to the bathroom right away. Several minutes later they emerge. Looking even more perfectly kept.
Thank you for letting us use your restroom. Billy smiled as there thank you. They kept walking right out of that bar. But, before they reached the door they turn and ask Rocky. “Which way is the revival for Jesus being held”? Hell, I don’t know ladies this is a bar! With a flip of their hair they turn and leave. It was the bar they needed only to pee!
My mother is beautiful inside and out.
All that have known her this they do not doubt.
People say that her voice is like that of an angel.
I hear her voice and know it is my salvation.
How hard she worked to raise us alone.
I failed to truly tell her how much respect and love the place she made our home.
She did without while many things as I remember.
A selfless love is my mother.
My wish is for words that truly describe the person God chose to be my provider.
Thank you will never be enough for my mother.
My hope is to honor her for all that she is by being all that I will be someday.
My mother gave birth to my sister at 15 years of age. She was forced to marry a man with rage. She at 16 experienced what no mother should the death of her second child the only son she would have. She continued on in life to thank God have me. Raised me and my sister alone and with the poorest income that could be. We never did without and she always made life fun. I put her through hell but by my side she hung. I am far from her now can’t see her today. It saddens me deeply but what can I say. Mom I love you in every single way. Your truly the best and my love for you is what I have today.
To my mother Sharon I Aldrich of Eureka, Ca
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My word is Fun! The word fun over the years has changed to much by definition of each generation. In my mother’s day fun to her was different from fun for me growing up and even now. I am sure the younger generation than I am define fun differently too!
For example fun for my mother born in 1948 as a teenager was sock-ops, malt shops, picture shows, cruising, chaperone dating, and things like that. Fun for me as a teenager born in 1969 were arcades, dances with music my mother wouldn’t dream of listening to, and going out with boys not going study, parties that involved mind altering substance experimenting. Things like that.
I know not only the different generations define fun socially as a whole in many ways. But, the word fun is defined individually too! It is a word that changes with each person as well as each generation and it is a great word to watch over time!
What is love? My interpretation of the word depends on the situation or circumstance I am in at the time. When I was young I loved unconditionally everyone and everything. My view of people and this world were different then. I viewed it through the eyes of a child. The love you give and receive from or to a child is a unique and often unexplainable. What I mean by that is as a child we love our parents, siblings, friends, and relatives because we just do! When you are experiencing the love you have for a child, whatever your relation to them is, it is a special and priceless love. One no words can describe.
What is love that one may have for an object such as the ocean, trees, or a natural gift of nature? That to me is a love that grows individually inside you as you grow. Some may have a religious belief that believes this world we live in was created by God. Some may believe earth was created from a molecule. The point is that it is a different kind of love for each of us based on our likes, dislikes and beliefs. How amazing is that?
What is love that we have when we choose to marry or be with as a partner in life? Well, for me at first it was a giggly, bubbly, cheery kind of love. For others it maybe that they just know by a feeling they get when they look at that person. Some in this world grow to love who the don’t at first love. When you love your soul mate it is entirely different from the other types of love we experience in our lifetimes. It’s another love words cannot do justice to. It is a more mature love than the love we feel as children. Sadly sometimes those loves we think will last forever and then they don’t crush or idea of that kind of true love.
Last but not least what is the love you have for yourself? That is something that must happen or the other kinds of love are not felt properly or as indented. I feel this is the most important love. We should be teaching our children to love themselves at a young age. Our world has made it so hard to bring a child up to love and believe in themselves. I was raised with love and felt love and have given love but I truly have just begun to start to love myself. As this is happening the many loves I can be experiencing around me are coming to look different. They are meaning more. I am loving new things too! To love yourself is to love all there is to love and so much more!
When I look out my window I see trees. All kinds of tress! They grow in many different varieties all around me. Some of them bloom in the spring. Others sit all year long with bare limbs. The tress I see sometimes have a bird or squirrel on every branch. Then there is one lone tree with a woodpecker pecking away at the little bark that is sustaining it. My tress they need nourished by the love of mother sun and father night. Am I talking of real tress or the trees in my landscape I call life?
I am very new at blogging and I would like to know some ideas to get my few followers to participate in my blog? Yes, I want them to read my stuff but how do I get them to become involved?