It's like no one read the signs, I left behind.
I'm wearing warm clothes, to keep a cold spring night at bay.
We have had the heat on, the last week, and even had a fire last week, to stay warm.
Sure, it's a little hard for the garden plants, but I have a cheap little patio greenhouse, and they are all doing OK so far.
People like me, who leave so much behind, live in a different world.
I go back, and I see all I could have.
Family and friends at the forefront, time with my dear brother and all my others.
At the same time, where I am, I live in a constant place of newness and discovery.
My first relationship with a man, was combative. It was also nurturing.
Thus, I find a particular home, in budo.
I need that particular sharpening relationship, where I also get to learn something, I get to advance. It was never my own father's conscious goal, but it was mine, for sure.
In the budo world, this type of approach has led, for me, to some of the most wonderful relationships with other human beings, of any gender, I have ever experienced. Gender irregardless, the greatest, and the bravest, show up around martial arts practice.
Many of the relationships I have had in my life, which have showed me the most, have been within my budo family.
Strange things happen, life goes on, and we are still devoted to budo. And, if we are not, we aid and abet those who are.
Some of my most dear relationships, are with those still doing a budo I no longer do. It is also the most difficult intellectual interaction. It continues only, because the interactions of the heart are still there, that our love of one another does not fail.
No one read the signs, from day 1.
I am not a bad girl, I am not a mean girl.
I am just not the girl who will put up with your shit.
This is not my fault.
This is your fault, based on your expectations.
Meanwhile, I can back up my rejection to your erroneous expectations from a simple ignoring, to some things you really don't want to think about, that are very painful, embarrassing, and possibly dismembering.
Your decision.
My opportunity for target practice.
Which I would rather not take, or even think about.
I'm wearing warm clothes, to keep a cold spring night at bay.
We have had the heat on, the last week, and even had a fire last week, to stay warm.
Sure, it's a little hard for the garden plants, but I have a cheap little patio greenhouse, and they are all doing OK so far.
People like me, who leave so much behind, live in a different world.
I go back, and I see all I could have.
Family and friends at the forefront, time with my dear brother and all my others.
At the same time, where I am, I live in a constant place of newness and discovery.
My first relationship with a man, was combative. It was also nurturing.
Thus, I find a particular home, in budo.
I need that particular sharpening relationship, where I also get to learn something, I get to advance. It was never my own father's conscious goal, but it was mine, for sure.
In the budo world, this type of approach has led, for me, to some of the most wonderful relationships with other human beings, of any gender, I have ever experienced. Gender irregardless, the greatest, and the bravest, show up around martial arts practice.
Many of the relationships I have had in my life, which have showed me the most, have been within my budo family.
Strange things happen, life goes on, and we are still devoted to budo. And, if we are not, we aid and abet those who are.
Some of my most dear relationships, are with those still doing a budo I no longer do. It is also the most difficult intellectual interaction. It continues only, because the interactions of the heart are still there, that our love of one another does not fail.
No one read the signs, from day 1.
I am not a bad girl, I am not a mean girl.
I am just not the girl who will put up with your shit.
This is not my fault.
This is your fault, based on your expectations.
Meanwhile, I can back up my rejection to your erroneous expectations from a simple ignoring, to some things you really don't want to think about, that are very painful, embarrassing, and possibly dismembering.
Your decision.
My opportunity for target practice.
Which I would rather not take, or even think about.
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