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A tall glass of the gold stuff…

Each of us — trust me — has a little Light to give away… 

The trick is to shine it where it’s wanted. 

Thirty-four years now I’ve wandered this planet, and oh, how many days I’ve wasted, showering sunshine on those who wanted rain. Smoothing out the path for people who wanted to climb some kind of mountain, scrambling and slipping on loose stones…

Oh, friends, I’ve been such a fool. 

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So now: are you here, hungry for sun? Sit down then, and I’ll slice it wide-open for you. If you’re thirsty, I’ll squeeze it fresh into the glass. 

There are places you can go, if you want to toss back a shot full of shadows. If you want to stumble home drunk in the dark. Believe me: I understand that kind of thirst, but I can’t serve it here — not today, at least. Not tomorrow, either.

But if it’s the sun you want … Well, then, go on, Love:

  

 Drink it down, that liquid Light. ❤

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42 thoughts on “A tall glass of the gold stuff…

    • I think we all make that mistake sometimes. It’s a mark of maturity, to seek out those who understand and love what we want to do with our lives, and to let the rest go.

      Keep on sharing your sunshine, lady! 🙂

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  1. Where to begin? I am so grateful for your light! It radiates.

    Do you think that our light is ever really wasted? Just last week, I finally set a firm boundary with an acquaintance who is not ready to recover. Too long subsisting on the dark stuff, she kept coming back for sunshine and then tossing the glass in my face. I can only think that she still must learn how to let the goodness pass her lips. Even though I decided that it was time to part ways for both of our sakes, I hope that what love and tenderness I offered her over these many months made some small difference.

    I can tell you this, you make a difference! Thank you! ❤️

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    • Oh, Lulu, thank you. You have no idea how much your situation resonates with me right now. Absolutely no idea. 🙂

      I love the thought that the light’s not wasted — thank you. I needed that little nugget of hope today, and I have to say: from the bottom of my heart, I’m grateful. 🙂

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      • Yours is a good heart and a deep one. I keep reminding myself of something I read by Brene Brown last week, “Compassionate people set boundaries.” Knowing how and when to do that is the challenge. But I don’t think the light we spread is ever wasted.

        P.S. I gave you a shout-out in my latest post 😉 Have a wonderful, light-filled week, my friend! ✨

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        • Thank you for your words, sweet girl. I admire all the processing you’ve been doing. You’re learning things young that I’m embarrassed to say I’m still figuring out. :).

          I appreciate your presence here — virtual hug! 🙂

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          • Oh dear! I’m young enough but not so very young, having fallen into my ED “late” in life (as far as that goes). We must be about the same age (I’m approaching 32)… And I would have said to anyone else that you were light years ahead of me in insight and understanding. Isn’t it funny the way we (I, at least, for certain), tend to discount our own abilities and wisdom. There will always be more to process, and I’m sure I’ll still be falling down and figuring things out when I’m approaching 82. But I’m glad that I’m not figuring it out alone. Virtual hug back!

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            • So true!

              Isn’t it funny how hard it is to guess at ages online? Your method of processing and your words always strike me as deeply mature, but you have the most beautifully youthful voice. 🙂 I suppose that’s why I pictured you in your twenties. Do take it as a compliment!

              And it’s true: we all get the opportunity to keep on growing every day of our lives, no matter our age. (Thank goodness!!). I’ve come a very long way in terms of body-image, beauty and self-worth, but I still struggle (a lot) with drawing proper boundaries in relationships.

              Someone once told me that our greatest weaknesses are our greatest strengths, misused or misdirected. That’s been SO true for me. I have a giant heart and a tendency to feel others’ joys and pains as if they were my own. I can’t tell you how beautiful this is, and also how much trouble it gets me into.

              So. Boundaries. I’m working on them. 🙂

              Keep being your beautiful self, lady. It looks good on you!

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              • What a compliment! Thank you 🙂 It’s so funny that you mention beauty and boundaries together here. I’m thinking about them both today as I reflect on the past few weeks and examine my silver hair in the mirror. I sense some blog fodder there…

                I recall something that I once heard a social worker say about using a “strengths perspective” with high school students that he counseled. He would ask them to list their weaknesses and then brainstorm ways that those weaknesses could be beneficial. It always seemed so daunting to me… like jumping into the deep end of the emotional pool.
                As an over analyzer, I’m always awestruck by your EFNP sensitivity. So grateful to be able to share just a little in the way you see the world. Keep on keeping on! ❤️

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              • Lulu, I am such a fan of what you call the strengths perspective — I’ve long believed that there is a grain of possible good in even our worst traits, if used correctly. I think maybe I’ll write about this sometime, too. Yay for inspiration … And you!! 🙂

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