Amazing little boy!

I was browsing some blogs just now and came across this. I feel a little better now, not so sorry for myself. It's a "must-listen".

It is a 12 year old boy, who called into a radio station in Houston to share his story. His message and testimony is incredible! I think you might have to save this file to your computer to hear it, but it is definitely worth it!!

This link no longer exists.

http://www.ksbj.org/eblogs/morningShow/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/logan-calf-story.mp3

I think I post a permanent link to the left.
Thanks Melissa!
Teresa.

Take your frown off and come sit beside me, I'd like to talk for hours. We'll talk about your childhood with the thickest slices of toasted homemade bread straight from the oven covered in fresh farm butter and homemade jam. Enjoy sweet pickles out of an old jar on the end of forks that sit in brine during conversation. Open curtains with little yellow flowers on them slowly moving under the window. Does that sound nice to you?

Come sit beside me in the sunshine because I'd love to share this chair by the window. Warblers are twittering and the smell of Hyacinth is pleasant. You can see plenty from here and as I understand, Mr. Anson has been seen sweeping people off their feet again. I really shouldn't have given him that broom, the paramedics keep pulling people from his driveway. We'll have chocolate milk out of fancy tea cups and lift our pinkies into the air when we sip loudly from them. Does this mean much to you?

Come sit in the chair beside me in the sunshine my friend as I have lots to share.We could walk to the circus and sneak in the backdoor when they have their backs turned while they feed the Elephants and have Popeye cigarettes on our lips, looking important. Tell me the things you have done and I promise I will always laugh at you because truly, I love you.

I wrote this for my lover.

May 07.

Teresa.

Sensuous Woman

I’m giving up nice and becoming a sensuous woman,
The kind of a woman who wouldn’t wear bedsocks to bed.
I’m giving up going to places like Wal-Mart and the cleaners
And going wherever my appetites lead me instead.
I’ve bought all these books that are teaching me how to discover

Erogenous zones that would make my Aunt Una drop dead.
And as soon as I’ve found them, I’ll go be A sensuous woman.

I’m giving up good and becoming a seething inferno,
One of those forces of nature mere mortals can’t tame.
Beneath my silk thong such cravings will smolder
That (brother)Uncle John and my mother, if heard, would pass out from shame.
The books say even a middle-class girl from Huntsville
Can fan, if she practices, practically anyone’s flame.
And as soon as I’ve practiced, I’ll go be
A seething inferno for a single name.

I’m giving up sweet and becoming a creature of passion,
A wild thing that nobody ever can fully possess.
I’m leaving behind me a lot of wrecked lives, plus some headache.
[You think that a creature of passion would settle for less?]
My cousin Wendy, let me tell you , does not even know from
The animal needs that the books say I need to express.
And as soon as I need them, I’ll go be

A creature of passion with one man’s name on my lips.

I’m giving up G and becoming an X-rated woman,
With black silk sheets and an overhead mirror too.
I’ve still got some years, between file matt, Acrobat and pension,
To do all those things I’ve been warned all my life not to do.
The books say I’ll learn to stop worrying what my Aunt Una
And (brother)Uncle John, and my mother, would think if they knew.
And as soon as I’ve stopped, I will go be
A sensuous woman with one man’s name on my lips.

Teresa.

Shame on me.

My guilt has an amiable friendship with my grief. I must have fallen from a grocery store shopping-cart as a child.

For as long as I had my hands on him and his voice to my ear, it was the most delicious time of my life. Of course we’ve had our ups and downs. The pressure is intence when two people share their lives but Oh…what marvellous intencity it was. I thought I’d never see him again and if true agony were the mother of gloom, she would have her hand on my head right now. I’ve waited for months just to whisper, ~My Darling~ softly into his ear. I was given that chance once again and it was the only thing I wanted. Unfortunatly I did an exceptional job of annihilating it with little effort, on the very first day. I don't know why I did it.

Shame on me. I thought that I was falling apart in April…know what? Nope! Now I can truly say that I can physically feel the little rotten pieces of me breaking apart and falling to the floor smashing like brittle rock because after all, my heart must have been made of stone. He wanted to spend this time with me and I wasn't me.

I am so ashamed of myself.

Teresa.

Leavening

You guys are right, I put to much time into this Blog and my words are to important to destroy. Thank you for you inspiring words but I still feel tike the Tin Man...Never having a heart and never being able to obtain a physical one.

Placing my new glasses to my face the ones that I just became adjusted too …I start reading my feelings.

I take far to many things to my head in which I have no control over. I gestate and it comes out when ready and I sing them regardless of the grushing, thickening tightness in my throat.

On mental pains… "They are like trees along a riverbank bearing lucious fruit on their branches through all the seasons. Their leaves shall never wither and all they do is prosper" Psalms 1? I’ve got Bibles…just too lazy to conferm.

"You know you should be reading your Bible anyway like you should be eating your vegetables. It’s good for you"[Shop Floor quote].

I’ve come to know that love doesn’t build walls like I do. Love doesn’t make them constantly higher to look at, standing higher than the sky itself. Emotions affect the resolution. Circumstances make you stronger people that don’t fight like animals…to the death. Humans have the capacity to resolve into transformation of character and honer makes you walk taller. I walk very small because of the behaviour I choose to carry on behind my walls. When somebody builds a taller ladder to peak over I build my wall a little taller thinking that they didn’t notice what I was doing. Maturity makes us love and some people want to be alone [ahem] because I love but I can’t seem to cherish. We touch people everyday; it’s what we choose to do with our hands instead of constructing walls. We choose to touch by spirit and if the spirit is willing, it’s quite willing to cherish what we can obtain.

A little leavening changes the lump. It puffs it up and makes things huge. Leaven feelings, Leaven love, leaven hate, leaven emotions and even leaven addictions…they rise until they explode.

I think it’s time for me to go hybernate.

Teresa

~A word in edgewise~

Does anyone know of a day when they haven't hurt?

If you think about it, I don't think that you can't be sorry for missing something. You only miss it when you know it's gone. Even when you have it in your hand. It still pains too deeply to know that you have ownership. You can take it and place it close to your heart but you truly can't hold it. No matter how hard you try to keep it clenched-you can't keep something that doesn't want to stay with you.

I can be poetic and plagorize the sands through fingers blah...blah...blah... I'll continue walking with my black hard [animal tortured] heals as they click, click, click on semi-standard pavement. I could say hello to all my friends as I walk with wet ears from crying and wiping them away, pretending that is the cold. However...just for today, I think I will leave them alone, wave, most likely because I chose to cross the street. If they stop me and I'll smile, giving them a laugh if they need it but if my mind chose to pause: if they ask me how I am, I would surely tell them to "F" off...Just for today.

I'll say sorry tomorrow.

Confused and misunderstood...my friends know me. So I guess it's kinda OK.

The people who love me...always love me..that's what love means to anyone I care to have in my life. I'm going to run tomorrow............As fast as I possibly can! I'll have my fancy schmancy track-pants on too. I'll wear a bra that has revealing factors to them [not like that you would know that I didn't need the jacket].

Teresa.

Ps, I have lots of friends [and lots and lots]. Just so everyone knows...

November

Like a flower I’ll look to the sun. I’ll try to run faster across the street without looking for traffic and not paying any attention to the woman to the left that has higher tits than mine. I hear she pretends to read and write as she gets her degree in fucking. Sexual psychology…much easier than philosophy..run…close your eyes and run faster than you ever have before. You see her cry and I’m sure there is a country song about her.

"On a parti, six ans de mer. Sans pouvoir border la terre. Au bout de la septieme annee. On a manque de provisions."

This life is boring. Home no more home to me, whither must I wander? Cold blows the coming winter wind over the hill and hither.

"Teresa, are you thinking again?" ...

"Shut up, I'm running."

Teresa.