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The Cruel Truth and Tell …

We all have disagreements and even arguments from time to time with friends and with those we love. There are age-old friends who are known to periodically curse and cuss each other and use bad words they ought not use. But still, it happens, indeed, it happens, despite each caring deeply for their momentary opponent in the fight.

Yes, we do hurt the ones we love.

But, if someone who is angry with you consistently engages in deliberate and calculated cruelty, while attempting to completely destroy your spirit and soul as a result of their passing anger — then you need to completely remove that person from your life, for the sake of your heart, your health, and your ongoing quest for contentment and well-being.

There are boundaries, there are limits, and there are certain lines of behavior which, once crossed, there is no avenue for a return.

In such cases, you should forgive, you should always forgive, for your own well-being and for the sake of all concerned and everyone involved. This does not mean you should always forget. To save your own soul, sometimes, some things should never be forgotten.

Even the best of friends and lovers find themselves at odds on occasion, and sometimes let their temper get the best of them.

But, even then, true friends and those who truly love you will always fight fair.

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“I am a mother,” she told me, with very wise eyes …

“I am a mother,” she told me,

with very wise eyes. “And I believe.

my job as a mother and as a parent

is to prepare my child for the day

I am not here anymore.”

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RT

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More on “The Kestrel Waters” from Susan Foster

Susan Foster: Just finished the pinnacle of true, pure Southern Gothic writing, ‘ The Kestrel Waters: A Tale of Love and the Devil “, written by Randy Thornhorn. I am in awe of the depths of this man. Magic, every single word. Randy Thornhorn, I purely love you and your pretty, pretty words.

(Posted in reply to the Facebook/Goodreads App weekly question,”Happy Friday! What book will you be reading this weekend?”)

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My Daily Prayer for You

I trusted you so completely with my heart,

So completely when you made your vows to me,

I was so committed to weathering any hard times

And standing by you through the most trying

And most exhausting struggles,

Yet I still love you so dearly and devoutly,

Despite the bitter demons I now must battle,

Despite the grieving torment and aching vacancy

I now accept I will carry to the end of my days

Despite the oblivious disregard for common decency

In consideration of my feelings

Despite such casual disposal of my spirit which

Held you, giving my best and holding you

In such holy esteem,

Yet I still pray, yes I do pray and I pray daily,

That nobody like you ever happens to you.

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RT

“Susan” on Goodreads sent a note about The Kestrel Waters

“I’m sure you hear this every day, but thank you. Kestrel Waters is lingering, lingering, in my mind. Festering would be more apt. They sit with me, now, these new friends. Thanks for the introductions.”

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Susan

When you finally meet the Love of your Life …

When you finally meet the love of your life,

you’ve also met the one who can

rain upon you the most pain

and cut your heart out

with a knife

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~ Once was a Scared Little Rabbit ~

There once was a scared little rabbit who dared one day to be brave and come out of the woods to live and play in a field full of sunshine.

But the scared little rabbit met a great white dog, a gentle dog, standing in the field. The great white dog was an angel dog, a guardian angel dog with great big, wide open eyes that saw more than the scared little rabbit wanted to see. The great white dog asked the rabbit if she would like to run and jump and play and do brave things together.

But the dog’s eyes were so big that the scared little rabbit could see reflections in those big dog’s eyes. And all the scared little rabbit could see was the reflection of what the great white dog saw. All the scared little rabbit could see was the reflection of a scared little rabbit. And this scared the little rabbit even more.

So the scared little rabbit turned and ran back into the woods where she stayed forevermore, mostly, for fear she might go back out into the sunshine and have to be brave enough to find more great white dogs with more scared little rabbits staring back at themselves from the reflections in the brave dog’s eyes, reminding the scared little rabbit of who she was and did not want to be.

Oh, from time to time she would hop out of the woods for a moment, but she never went too far from the woods, and she always returned to the woods very quickly. Because now she was afraid of angel dogs with big wide open eyes.

And most of all, the scared little rabbit was afraid of true reflections in the brave light of day.

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RT

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Once was a Scared Little Rabbit …

There once was a scared little rabbit who dared one day to be brave and come out of the woods to live and play in a field full of sunshine.

But the scared little rabbit met a great white dog, a gentle dog, standing in the field. The great white dog was an angel dog, a guardian angel dog with great big, wide open eyes that saw more than the scared little rabbit wanted to see. The great white dog asked the rabbit if she would like to run and jump and play and do brave things together.

But the dog’s eyes were so big that the scared little rabbit could see reflections in those big dog’s eyes. And all the scared little rabbit could see was the reflection of what the great white dog saw. All the scared little rabbit could see was the reflection of a scared little rabbit. And this scared the little rabbit even more.

So the scared little rabbit turned and ran back into the woods where she stayed forevermore, mostly, for fear she might go back out into the sunshine and have to be brave enough to find more great white dogs with more scared little rabbits staring back at themselves from the reflections in the brave dog’s eyes, reminding the scared little rabbit of who she was and did not want to be.

Oh, from time to time she would hop out of the woods for a moment, but she never went too far from the woods, and she always returned to the woods very quickly. Because now she was afraid of angel dogs with big wide open eyes.

And most of all, the scared little rabbit was afraid of true reflections in the brave light of day.

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Maybe Someday …

Maybe someday I’ll get over you

when I finally understand how you

see life differently than I do,

because your life is a series of

broken promises. Shallow

words are normal to you.

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RT

“We all have our own path in life,” she told me…

“We all have our own path in life,” she

told me with a certain serene desperation.

“And every family has its own dynamics”

“Yes,” I said. “And too much of the time that

dynamic is toxic, rotten to the gills, and

that path leads off a cliff with hemorrhage,

agony, and lingering death ten stories below.”

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RT