July 11, 2004
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THINGS THAT REFRESH MY SOUL
(See sidebar for others)Tenderness
I was going to tackle Truth. No that’s a lie, I didn’t EVEN want to get that heavy. Instead, tenderness, since I’m feeling kind of vulnerable lately (which is another facet of tenderness – the ow-ey kind). I picked this graphic partly because I’m a Leo (hear me roar) and partly because it represents that even manly men can be tender, that tenderness can be mutual, and that tenderness is not confined to the human race. To me it means the willingness to show and share our softer self – with our loved ones and with strangers, with animals, and even objects. I’m so not convinced that women are meant to be the tenderest parent or mate. It’s either brainwashing or a copout that men are not perfectly capable of this as well. Oh, I get it that we live in a tough cruel world that will mow you right down if tenderness is ALL you have. So it needs to be guarded and treasured and saved up for and used carefully if you want to have a long lifetime of it. Some of the Greats have gone out in big splashes of it way before their time. I guess it’s a choice.
Deep Thought: If there was a terrible storm outside, but somehow this dog lived through the storm, and he showed up at your door when the storm was finally over, I think a good name for him would be Carl.
Today I am grateful for: Goofiness
Comments (9)
Perhaps, but if it were a beagle, I’d call it Speigal. I would.
what a great blog… sure hope you are enjoying the sun on your side of the city!
reveling in it
I think I would name it Sparticus.
perhaps Karl with a “K” I like that better.
As a “full-time” single dad for a dozen years I always get offended when people tell me, “well, I understand how a father might walk out but I just can’t fugure out how a mother can do it.” I know I couldn’t. I don’t think that makes me less “masculine.”
I raised Turtle Doves…tenderness and love was thew order of their society.The male shares half of the duties including feeding the babies…they build their nests as a pair and mate for life…The male lavishes tenderness on the feamale and she does the same for him by pruning.They entwine their necks when relaxing with each other…I took it as commentary on a perfect society.My oldest was 17…Carl is good and he is one lucky dog.
blessings,
beckon
wow! well-read, articulate, wise, liberal, sweet. a few adjectives just from perusing a smattering of your material…
what a nice departure from the typical xanga fare. i admire you greatly!
ah, to be tender … such a beautiful word, such a beautiful way of being … I love that whole whatever it is, the tenderness, too – beautiful post, just beautiful
oh, oh, the photo of the lions, incredible, I can’t stop looking at it, tender, yes, very loving