Monday, June 28, 2010

The need for love

Trembling hands reach out to a passing stranger, then quickly withdraw, the fear of pain checking them in mid-air.

Desperate eyes plead silently for acceptance and fear hopes no one will notice.

I hear myself speak bold words and my heart turns away at her unexpected, friendly response.

Would fate deal another painful stroke to my battered EGO, or is this the answer to my heart's prayer?

I feel old, long-dead emotions stir within and hope surges with new life.

Her face glows with the need of a companion and I wonder if it is a reflection from my own emanations.

Cruel seems life, to those seeking love, and yet, love IS the reward of a determined heart.

Endless is desire, relentless is the need, but honesty is a taskmaster whose demands seem all but impossible.

I have walked the dark, lonely corridors of deep depression; must I share that agony with another?

Possibly, her journey through life was more difficult than my own. Is pain lessened if borne by two souls, or is it multiplied by two?

I offer a half-hearted ear and thankfully, she is hesitant to pour out the bitterness which has been dammed up in her heart by regret.

Her tongue is not sharp and vindictive, but forgiving. She bears some portion of guilt and tears pool up in the corners of her eyes and then vanish away, hidden from the world like most of her painful memories.

The flush of embarrassment is upon her cheeks but I dash in and rescue her pride with a secret admittance of some long ago hurt and see her cringe at the familiar realization of a forgotten truth.

Pain is not prejudiced in its' affliction. It touches the naked nerve endings of any caring heart, tearing away at the foundations of life, caring not if life's dreams are thrown to the ground and scattered about in ones frenzied dash to escape their tormentor.

The smoke of ruin has stung the eyes which now gaze across a tiny table and each one dares to believe they see a flicker of hope's flame in the others.

Words, like fencing foils, parry and thrust at a safe distance, not to inflict a lethal lunge, but to search out sensitivity and areas where wounds are not yet healed.

A soothing ointment of caring concern is applied by a verbal swab and each, over time, will nurse the other to emotional recovery.

One does not eagerly re-engage the mortal enemy of every heart, but watches for the response of welcome, alert for an ambush from the cover of feigned affection.

Two broken hearts, brought together by unseen forces, can sometimes become fused into one. Scar tissue, stronger than life's formidable foes, withstand any onslaught they may face together, until true love erases every trace of what once was.

Love does not proclaim its existence; it simply IS, and WAS, and always WILL BE.

Written by Clarence Bowles for a friend, who was beginning a new relationship and was experiencing terrible stress due to many other failed relationships.

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

A place called “Cookies”


This is Cookie’s Diner as viewed from the parking lot entrance.  I took this picture today while having breakfast there.  I know … the parking lot does not look very full. That’s very unusual for any weekday morning. No one was more surprised than myself to witness it.

If you live near northern Kentucky, or may be visiting the Tri-State area (OKI) anytime soon, if at all possible, stop in at Cookie’s for breakfast or lunch. The diner does not do dinner. Cookies rolls up the blacktop around one-thirty in the afternoon.  She starts early; exact time undetermined. Somewhere around five or six o’clock I think.

The diner is located near the intersection of Mt. Zion Road and State Route 25 in Kenton, County Kentucky. Get off the Mt. Zion Road exit if you are on Interstate I-75 going north or south. If south, turn left from the off ramp and vise-versa if you are heading north toward Cincinnati, Ohio. When you get to SR 25 make a left and Cookie’s will be a few hundred feet there on the left side. When she’s busy, parking space is at a premium. She is working on making more parking space. The little place can be humming when the rush is on.

Judging by my experience this morning, Tuesday morning between seven-thirty and eight o’clock is a good time to drop by.

The food is great, the prices are right, best that can be found around here in my opinion, and the service is fast and friendly. The menu is flexible. What I mean by that is, if you don’t see what you want, ask Cookie about it. She can create many great dishes if it’s nothing exotic. Simple food, prepared and served extraordinarily. You will be satisfied when you pay the check. Take my word for it. Trust me!

Here’s a picture of Cookie herself:


That’s my tea she’s serving. See that smile? I told you!

Sunday, June 6, 2010

A quote to note and live by

Read and meditate on this quote from Mother Theresa:

There should be less talk; a preaching point is not a meeting point. What do you do then? Take a broom and clean someone's house. That says enough.

People are often unreasonable, illogical, and self-centered;

Forgive them anyway.

If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives;

Be kind anyway.

If you are successful you will win some false friends and true enemies;

Succeed anyway.

If you are honest and frank, people may cheat you;

Be honest and frank anyway.

What you spend years building, someone could destroy overnight;

Build anyway.

If you find serenity and happiness, they may be jealous;

Be happy anyway.

The good you do today, people will often forget tomorrow;

Do good anyway.

Give the world the best you have, and it may never be enough;

Give the world the best you've got anyway

You see, in the final analysis, it is between you and God; it was never between you and them anyway.

I borrowed the above from a friend – Steve Rust

If you like this, thank him at this webpage.