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Once upon a time, there lived a little girl. More than anything in the whole wide world, this little girl wanted to be loved. She searched many, many foreign places for love. She kissed many toads for love. She loved and she loved and she loved. The more she loved, the harder it became. Her tiny little heart was fading. Layers and layers of molten skin were binding her. Finally, the little girl exploded. She began lashing out at everything and everyone in sight. Bolts of lightning were striking all she touched and did not touch. She began to spin out of control. As she spun, rings and rings were spinning off of her painting the earth. Many colors began flying throughout the air. Suddenly, she was naked. She looked into the water and there, she found her love. Now, to find the prince…

Saturday, July 3, 2010

Wounded Man


I listen to Jango Radio on my computer. Others can e-mail one another on it. It is sorta like "My Space". I have made many friends on this network. This one particular man who lives far away, in another state began e-mailing me about a month ago. Last week, he asked if he could fly to Nashville to meet me. I said ok but with no expectations, just friends hanging out. He arrived here Thursday, took me out to eat and our quest began. He came to my home yesterday when I got home from work. We went and got take out dinner. I played Dan's CD "Torch". Then I told him the story of my journey and how I met Dan. Afterwards, this man became a little dazed and began telling me the story of his life. He is currently going through a divorce after 17 years of marriage. I sat and listened. When he was finished, he was really sleepy and still a little dazed. We said goodnight and he went back to his hotel. This morning I thought about how different the two of us were, yet, how I use to be as he is now. No doubt in my mind, this wounded man will heal and find his way.

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