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I started a pod, Esoteric Love. A Zaadz friend suggested Fireside Chats. I liked the sound of it better. I've left Esoteric Love, but I think it is worth a post. Esoteric means only for a select few who have special knowledge or interest.
I've been divorced three times, the reason being that I was not fully prepared from the start. My doubts grew. With my fourth marriage, there was never a doubt from the first moment I met Karen. It was like meeting an old friend I'd not seen for a long time.
No one who knew me would have given my fourth marriage half of a chance. An astrologer told me that a wife would have to hold me with “velvet rope.” What makes my fourth marriage so special?
Karen and I are on different planes. She is a people person. She mixes well. I'm reserved, more in my own world, a much bigger world than my wife's world. The important thing is that I've kept my independence and I respect my wife's independence. I've learned a great deal in our 25 years of marriage.
When I ran across Zaadz this past February, I immediately felt like I'd run into an old friend. While I may differ in my approach, I feel we are pulling together for the same end: universal love.
I feel that I can trust some people. Others I doubt, and it doesn't take long to know. I'm unconsciously aware of a greater inner truth. I just know. It isn't logical or reasonable. I suppose those I doubt have the same gut feeling about me. How do we bridge that gap?
I think I'm compassionate, up to a point. President Bush calls himself a compassionate Republican. I see it as political manipulation. To me, Bush is as phony as a three dollar bill. Speaker of the House Nancy Polosi is another phony. I trust politicians as far as I can throw the capital building. Furthermore, I don't trust people who allow the powerful to lead them around by the nose. I don't trust western democracies. They are showing their weakness, certainly not humanitarianism. When they allow ruthless dictators to rub their noses in the dirt, look out! We're in big trouble.
Like I say, I look at the big picture. Because of the distorted use of the word, when I hear compassion, I automatically equate it with weakness. My love for Karen is tough and resilient. Our differences are like the wind, here today, gone tomorrow. Our love is deep, warm, durable.
Will you folks please tell me where I've gone wrong. Karen and I are leaving for Portland in a little while, to visit family for a few days. My good friends, we need to know where we are going with this venture. When I return, I want to see a lot of response.
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