Comments on: Practice

By: tommie

tommie — Sun, 16 Aug 2009 01:41:11 +0000

Funny that my spam word is “believe”….because I do believe first and foremost that it is time to trust your instincts and follow your heart.

By: Darrell (Goes)

Darrell (Goes) — Sun, 16 Aug 2009 00:18:01 +0000

I wish I had all the answers, heck I would settle for just a good list of the questions. My marriage, like so many others, ended after 28 years. I’ve just recently gotten to the point where I don’t try to figure out what happened anymore. I learned from it, changed myself for the better and have tried to move on. I don’t figure to consciously blend my life with anyone else, anytime soon. So, if I marry again, it will have to sneak up on me.
I can tell that photography and writing are some of the loves in your life. I know they are not the same as a warm body next to you at night, or the someone next to you when you turn and say, “Wow, would you look at that sunset”. But they are loves, none-the-less. And that love you have for those two things comes through your blog. Hang in there and the sun will come out and burn away those clouds.

By: patti

patti — Sat, 15 Aug 2009 18:10:33 +0000

I believe that there is NO definition for love. Love doesn’t just happen. It’s NOT just there for the taking. It’s sometimes not even recognizable. I didn’t marry for love. I married b/c I was 41 yrs. old…never been married. I met my husband and enjoyed his sense of humor and liked being around him. I can’t say I was ALL IN LOVE with him. I took a risk and knew it was going to be HARD work. It has been more than I bargained for. There have been 500 reasons I should have thrown him out in the wilderness to be eaten by the wolves, but I hung on. 6.5 years later, I can honestly say that I love my husband. It’s pretty damn strong right now. I compromised the values I was raised with. Meaning……I had to back off and meet him in the middle. I learned to stop being hard-headed and wanting him to convert to MY WORLD, MY THINKING……I learned to step into his world and thinking and respect him for those things that were unlike mine. Everyday is a new day and everyday I give up who I was raised as, give up my stubborness….and meet my man halfway……and everyday, I can say, “It’s all good.”