• @Spitfire3dC I think that is a nice tradition! I look into eyes a lot. soft brown eyes and vibrant blues. I don’t find many green eyes, but I have one friend who holds the most beautiful green eyes. I try to think about what is behind the eyes. it is the one thing that doesn’t change much in appearance with age.

  • @ladybarbara that Is nice. there is a thing called soul gazing with your lover wherein you look into each others eyes and try to feel them through the eyes

  • @Gina I like these lyrics. I especially like the one about instincts returning and staying awake and alive. we need all. we need our instincts and our place of awareness, and our thinking place to make it all go.

  • I like this one! nice rhythm. lately I have been listening to mostly soul train. I do this when I have exercise class with my clients. they like soul train, and I get them to reminisce about disco.

  • I love instrumental music. It feels safe to me. It doesn’t evoke the same set of emotions that lyrics sometimes can, and we aren’t forever trying to interpret what it means.

  • I used to love that song soooo much. I used it to communicate, as well. It’s like an anthem. A plea for communication of any kind. It’s very sad when people stop communicating.

  • When was the last time you looked into eyes? What did you see?
    Look into their eyes. This holiday season, look into the eyes of the ones you serve and the ones who serve you. If you are spending Thanksgiving at a

    • That is lovely Miss Scarlett. I always look into people’s eyes, including the man or woman on the street asking for money.

      This made me think of Peter Gabriel’s, In Your Eyes

      love I get so lost, sometimes
      days pass and this emptiness fills my heart
      when I want to run away
      I drive off in my car
      but whichever way I go
      I come back to the place you are

      all my instincts, they return
      and the grand facade, so soon will burn
      without a noise, without my pride
      I reach out from the inside

      in your eyes
      the light the heat
      in your eyes
      I am complete
      in your eyes
      I see the doorway to a thousand churches
      in your eyes
      the resolution of all the fruitless searches
      in your eyes
      I see the light and the heat
      in your eyes
      oh, I want to be that complete
      I want to touch the light
      the heat I see in your eyes

      love, I don’t like to see so much pain
      so much wasted and this moment keeps slipping away
      I get so tired of working so hard for our survival
      I look to the time with you to keep me awake and alive

      and all my instincts, they return
      and the grand facade, so soon will burn
      without a noise, without my pride
      I reach out from the inside

      in your eyes
      the light the heat
      in your eyes
      I am complete
      in your eyes
      I see the doorway to a thousand churches
      in your eyes
      the resolution of all the fruitless searches
      in your eyes
      I see the light and the heat
      in your eyes
      oh, I want to be that complete
      I want to touch the light,
      the heat I see in your eyes
      in your eyes in your eyes
      in your eyes in your eyes
      in your eyes in your eyes

      Happy (American) Thanksgiving!

      • @Gina I like these lyrics. I especially like the one about instincts returning and staying awake and alive. we need all. we need our instincts and our place of awareness, and our thinking place to make it all go.

    • I always look into the eyes of my lover.
      Last night, I looked into the eyes of several people in my community. It was Feast night and we gather for prayer and socializing.
      I always look into the eyes of anyone asking for money on the street.
      The eyes tell you so much about the person.

    • Looking into the eyes is such a personal experience when those eyes are looking right back.

      Whenever we open a bottle of wine and we raise our glass for that first clink, we have made it a condition to look deeply and directly at each other’s eyes. It fascinates me that after a very long time of knowing each other that the moment always feels special. There is a definite physical sensation that is hard to describe. It feels sort of like I come out of myself for the time the gaze is locked.

      I find direct eye contact requires intention. It is one if the very best things associated with being human, but it also might be one of the most dangerous because sometimes our interpretations of what eyes are saying is just based on what we might want them to be saying. I find it very hard to stay objective, because it is just such a raw moment of exchange where anything and everything is available for consideration. I also find it takes a certain amount of trust in another to let them look into my windows.

      • @Spitfire3dC I think that is a nice tradition! I look into eyes a lot. soft brown eyes and vibrant blues. I don’t find many green eyes, but I have one friend who holds the most beautiful green eyes. I try to think about what is behind the eyes. it is the one thing that doesn’t change much in appearance with age.

        • @Scarlett there is this odd dichotomy associated with eyes. They can be used to penetrate as an assault weapon, or they can be used as a gate for defense when used as shield of non allowance.

          I think some people are purposeful in trying to get behind defenses, because once the gate is left wide open, some take advantage.

          its funny how our eyeballs can, without any physical change express so may varied considerations…anger, empathy, interest, joy, sorrow, love…. Eyes are probably a more accurate tool to communicate than our mouths.

    • Every time I talk about someones eyes I get in to trouble…

  • Dear Father,

    i have never loved healthy. there were many who held me down in the way only broken men do, but again, there has only ever been you, only you loved in a way that could never reach me. Women like

    • Dear Mom,
      You took me in when I was a new born. You did not have to take me home to raise, but you did, and I thank you. You worked so hard to keep my brother and I safe and warm. Your punishments where harsh, but you had to impress on us right from wrong and you knew no other way. You instilled in me a conscience and a sense of the work ethic. Did you notice that neither I, or my brother, drank heavy or were tempted by drugs? It was because you taught us to not abuse ourselves with such things. You gave me a start, so that after I was 18 and in charge of my own life, I could make choices for myself.

      Sometimes my choices were not good for me, but I always found the errors and corrected them as I went about my life. I had to learn some lessons the hard way, but that was just me. When I was growing into who I am today, I noticed that I was growing into your basic imprint. You started me out, but I am responsible and accountable for how I turned out.

      It is come the time for you to look back on your life. Like me, you made mistakes, and you corrected them. You never got control of your temper, but it taught me to control my temper by watching your examples. You always did the best you knew how. You took in other people’s children when they reached the problematic stages and their own parents were frustrated with them. You took them under your roof and somehow fed all of us. That was a mighty task!!! Look how many of my cousins and the kids from our neighborhood think of you as their “Other Mom”? That is something to be proud of. All of your Grandchildren learned the same lessons I learned, and at 18 they had all they needed to get a start on their own life. You have done well. You can look back and be proud. As Mom’s go, you can see your work in the decency of all you raised. We are imprints of you, the template. You will die soon and so many hearts will grieve at your loss. I will grieve, too. When I want to see you, I have only to look inside of myself, and there you are. Thank you, Mom. I love you.

  • @BelleMadre all sounds great and healthy!

  • @ladybarbara personally I think immortal pirate was losing time in those instances. some part not integrated. trying to fill something up. or maybe just attracted to wounded things. who knows? its a who knows. its not that it means he can’t change it or did. people screw things up. then they get their heads back on straight, or maybe just start to…[Read more]

  • @ladybarbara wasn’t aware we were talking about anyone’s children. I do think shame is an okay emotion to consider how we do and don’t want to behave in life. for example, If someone steals from a homeless person, that is a shame.

  • @GothUnkle glad to hear it. I feel like I’ve made life easier for the men in my life through the years

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