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Monthly Archives: September 2013

Fear of Transformation

 

 

 

Fear of Transformation

 

 

 

 

Hurtling through the void…we may just learn to fly!

Fear of Transformation by Danaan Parry

Sometimes I feel like my life is a series of trapeze swings. I’m either hanging on to a trapeze bar swinging along or, for a few moments in my life, I’m hurtling across space in between trapeze bars. Most of the time, I spend my life hanging on for dear life to my trapeze bar-of-the-moment. It carries me along at a certain steady rate of swing and I have the feeling that I am in control of my life. I know most of the right questions and even some of the right answers. But once in a while, as I’m merrily (or not so merrily) swinging along, I look out ahead of me into the distance and what do I see? I see another trapeze bar swinging toward me. It’s empty, and I know, in that place in me that knows, that the new trapeze bar has my name on it. It is my next step, my growth, my aliveness coming to get me. In my heart-of-hearts I know that for me to grow, I must release my grip on this present, well-known bar to move to the new one.

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The Power of a Touch

 

 

 

 

 

The Power of a Touch

 

 

 

 

 

The Power of a Touch

“It’s all about turning a life around…your life or that of someone else…and the ripples go on and on.” C L Gillmore

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Poem published today on Kalkion.com !

CL Gillmore

The poem, “Beautiful Bell-Bottomed Boy,” by C L Gillmore was published in Kalkion this morning! Hope you’ll check it out!

“Shirtless, bronzed, bell-bottomed boy,
Beautiful, young and lean.
Soft, silken coffee-brown hair,
Wind-swept, wild and free…”

http://www.kalkion.com/poetry/2096/beautiful-bell-bottomed-boy

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The most exquisite pain deep inside…

CL Gillmore

Excerpt from the novel, “A Friend Request,” by C L Gillmore.

“Every kiss, caress and whispered word sent the most exquisite pain deep inside to a place only I knew of. But now Jake knew. How could that be?

Whatever he said, whatever he did…I wanted him to say it again, to do it again.

Murmured love words…like raindrops sliding down a windowpane…saturated ever sense of my being. It wasn’t so much what he said, but how he said it…the tone, the rhythm, the intensity.

Love words…soothing, tender, coaxing. Love words…sensual, suggestive, erotic.

I never wanted him to stop. I never wanted the night to end.”

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Without hope you’re never free to dream…

CL Gillmore

 

“Everyone needs hope. Without hope, you’re never free to dream. And without dreams, there’s no reason to move forward with your life. I had been a dreamer for as long as I could remember. Hope and dreams brought me this far, through many dark and difficult times alone. Maybe they would bring me a little farther…”

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Today I had a message and a friend request.

CL Gillmore

~ Excerpt from the novel, “A Friend Request,” by C L Gillmore ~

Today I had a message AND a friend request. Cool.

I positioned the mouse over the message link and clicked.

There was a picture of a pretty blond with dimples in each cheek…I remembered that face. Remembered those dimples.

I brought up the message.

It said simply, “Are you the Jake Richardson who used to live at Parkridge Apartments in Champaign, Illinois in the late 60s?”

Fuck.

I stared at the words and at the picture of the pretty blond with the dimples. Silky, blond hair I once ran my fingers through…dimples I stroked softly with my thumbs.
It couldn’t be her. After all these years—it couldn’t be her.

But it was. It was Rose.

She looked beautiful. She was still Rose. My Rose.

I did. I did want to go there. I couldn’t NOT go there.

I typed my reply into the message box and reread it a couple of times.

“Yep. That would be me. And you would be Rose Allison with 2lls, right?”

I remembered we shared the same birthday, November 23rd. I was one year older. She was 20 and I was 21 back then. We were both Scorpios—fire and gasoline—hot and dangerous. Risky.

Meeting her changed me, changed my life.

I never forgot her. I thought I did. But seeing her face and reading the words—her words—on my computer screen today brought it all back.

After all the years, all the time, all the distance…the feelings were still there.

Fuck.

I was right about today. Something, someone was tapping into my head, my thoughts.

Rose Allison with 2lls.

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A different time, a different era.

CL Gillmore

Excerpt from the novel, “A Friend Request,” by C L Gillmore

It was a different time back then in the late 1960’s and early 1970’s. A different era. A time of major changes and shifts in everything…dress, music, sex, drugs, politics. Everything. It’s hard to explain if you weren’t part of it, weren’t there to see it, to experience it. And if you were, it stayed with you, got in your blood and became a part of who you were…who you are.

For the times truly were a changin’…

Forever.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vCWdCKPtnYE “Times They Are A Changin’,” Bob Dylan

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Forgive often and love with all your heart.

CL Gillmore

In the blink of an eye…everything can change. So forgive often and love with all your heart. You may never know when you may not have that chance again.

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Stories can conquer fear…

CL Gillmore

“Stories can conquer fear, you know. They can make the heart bigger.” ~ Ben Okri ~

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They believed one another because they were in love.

CL Gillmore

 

Excerpt from the novel, “A Friend Request,” by C L Gillmore

“She promised to wait and write everyday. And he promised her the same. They believed one another because they were in love. Hell, that’s just how easily it happens when you’re young.

Could you actually be in love at that age? I knew the answer to that then and now. Love can happen at any age. There are no rules when it comes to affairs of the heart. You can fall in love just as hard and as deep when you’re young and inexperienced as you can when you are older and filled with experience.

The capacity for the heart to love another shows no age preference. Love is timeless.”

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