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Opening the windows to the bright sunshine this morning. There was still a layer of fog draped over the ground of the pecan grove next door. Earlier this morning while me and my bride get dressed, I usually glance at my phone to see if I had any messages from the night before. Among the messages was one in particular from a lovely woman who’s poetry I admire and have come to know. Mind you, I keep no secrets from my bride, and she knows the name of nearly every person I communicate with online.

Well after reading her lovely note I flirted a bit and said, “All that’s missing was a photograph”. Which she sent a picture of her at her desk. I sent her back a note say, if any man didn’t appreciate waking up to that in the morning, they were a damn fool. Then I said, that I basically wake up every morning appreciating the woman I wake up with, and wished for her the same. Then, I assume to some of yours surprise, I showed the picture and what I wrote to my Bride. Which she in turn said, “She is pretty”.  

I say all this not to brag that I got my wife fooled. Or that’s she’s so dependent on me, that she’ll agree to anything. Believe me when I say she’s more kin to her late mother than you may think. What I am saying is love comes in many different ways and that not all love leads to intimacy. But instead can lead to compassion and respect and most importantly building up. It’s the respect and honor we give to one another that matters the most. Recently I have been both mentally and physically tired and part of that has been because of my role as a caregiver.

But it’s a reality that I have come to accept and have for many years. I also am well aware of my souls need to be refilled and often appreciated. Not so much in the physical sense you may be thinking, but more from language then action. But some of you may say, but what about your “soulmate”? My friend I’ve come to define that word in many ways and through many people. So this is a love letter to all those that understand. That I appreciate and respect what each one of you has given to me freely. Because life ain’t always a simple set of rules. It’s about the compassion and respect we give to each other.


#SelfImage #HowYouSeeOthers #Respect #Empathy #Soulmates


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