Women Are Unique


Here is another story that ripped at my heart because I saw so many words in my own life.

I found this on my Face Book. I can not take any credit for this, I can only share.

“WHY WOMAN CRY”

A little boy asked his mother, “Why are you crying?” “Because I’m a woman,” she told him.

“I don’t understand,” he said. His Mom just hugged him and said, “And you never will.”

Later the little boy asked his father, “Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?”

“All women cry for no reason,” was all his dad could say.

The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry.

Finally he put in a call to God. When God got on the phone, he asked,

“God, why do women cry so easily?”

God said, “When I made the woman she had to be special.

I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet gentle enough to give comfort.

I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her children.

I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining.

I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child has hurt her very badly.

I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart.

I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him And finally, I gave her a tear to shed. This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed.”

“You see my son,” said God, “the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair.

The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart the place where love resides.”

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Mistress


She was the Mistress. A married virgin. Lily had ventured a way from home too far. She stumbled upon the beautiful glow and couldn’t resist walking closer. She was hovering around the flickering lights when she blinked and she was standing in the center of the entry way.

Lily beat on the solid oak doors but no one heard her. She cried for hours and screamed but silence laughed back at her. Darkness came and her little tummy was churning. She was yawning  and her little body was exhausted. She was too frightened  to sleep.

She ventured in the surrounding rooms. Very tall ceilings. Wood trim; a welcome sight to most eyes. Deep, dark-red, velvet curtains draped the height of at least three of Lily’s size. Rows and rows of shelves. Books she didn’t understand. When she lifted one from the shelf she left her print where dust had collected.

Stepping out of the library she found the kitchen. There were no signs of food. Cobwebs gently draped over door handles. The sun shining through a tall, slender window allowed Lily to explore closer.

She opened the refrigerator but as she closed it the echos of empty danced for her. Wall to wall built-in hutches, lined with colorful china  with rainbow glass protecting it. Light bouncing from the sun cast tiny fairies to dance on the walls.

Lily went through a few more rooms but it was getting dark outside and she was getting sleepier. She ended up back in the Library. There was a settee and she took her shoes off and took the tiny fringed pillow and rested her head on it.

The thick air and the secrets of the house draped a blanket of sleep over her. While she rested, the heart beat faster from within the walls. The house was not alone anymore. Creaking and stepping, soft turns of door knobs turning. Magic began to fill the house and when Lily awoke the breathing of the house provided heat and light.

She walked until she found the bathroom. Walking in she almost fainted when she looked at herself in the sparkling mirror. She had grown. No longer was she a child, she was a grown woman.

She ran her hands over her breasts and felt the curves of her shapely hips. Touching her hair that hung down to her waist. Her lips taut and her cheeks rosy she was looking at a beautiful woman.

She took a thick cloth and wet it with cool water. Wiping her eyes she looked into the mirror once again. She saw her reflection smiling at her. She no longer had on a play dress. She was dressed in fine linens. Diamonds played gently around her neck. Matching earrings dangled gently from her soft lobes. A huge rock sat upon her third finger.

She left the bathroom and went to the kitchen. When she entered there was one setting at the head of the table. The chair was pulled out. She walked over to it and sat down as if she had done it all before.

A steaming plate was waiting for her approval. Chilled juices and hot coffee in  bone china. She thought how quiet it was and the music played. She picked up her utensils and began to eat. The house smiled, she was home.

 

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Daily Prompt; Reading Material


http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/10/02/daily-prompt-choices/, DP, Daily Prompt

How do you pick what blogs or books to read? What’s the one thing that will get you to pick up a book or click on a link every single time?

Photographers, artists, poets: show us CHOICES.

Reality, give me anything to read that is real, and I will do it. reality Happy, sad, tearful, laughter, history, culture, romance(sometimes) and I will read it.child-eating-bad-mannerslionold housetouchballoons 2ice cream wallpaperempty_house_by_scarlettletters-d3fenj7victorian_couple_dancingroofbaby dollindianvintage_rhinestone_costume_jewelrysad-facesaintangel-looking-down-from-heaven-534tears  Yep, these photos are all things that interest me. If I see it, I will read it. I am pretty simple aren’t I?

I Am Doing This For Al, My Brother


Tomorrow is officially National Multiple System Atrophy, (M.S.A.) It is a day to make others aware of this rare illness. To help the ill and families get the word out that WE want and WE NEED a cure.

We all know that most likely Al won’t be able to be helped by a cure, BUT we can be very involved. We can help others not to suffer like Al has.  Me as his sister and caregiver, the M.S.A. support groups, my friends here and on Face Book; everyone is doing their part to get the word out.

Since Al won’t be able to go to Day Program tomorrow on the day of awareness he and I decided to start today. He wasn’t feeling well this morning so his photo was not taken in his purple shirt. I did my hair and am wearing purple.

I am asking all of you to go to the M.S.A. site      https://www.facebook.com/Miracles.for.MSA     and light a candle. There is a section there to place Al’s name. If you want to donate to M.S.A. in honor of Al or someone you know with this terrible disease, please do, but no pressure from me.

So here it is, our day here, starting today helping make everyone aware of M.S.A.

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