Touch Your Heart

Bless me to touch your heart,

and I'll let you touch mine.

Let me wrap my arms around your mind

before our bodies intertwine.

So much emphasis is put on the physical senses.
What we can see feel and touch, especially when it comes to the "laws of attraction" or what our respective societies tell us is beautiful and desirable in a partner.
Everything is so superficial--with songs out like "I invented sex" and "Put you to bed" It shifts the emphasis of relationships to what is physically pleasurable instead of what is long lasting and eternal. Call me old fashioned but the most attractive, well one of the most attractive, things in a man is the quality of him wanting to know my mental and emotional, and spiritual ins and outs before he even dares to consider my body.
So that our connection will be deeper than the ignition of that divine spark of pleasure.

Food for your mental,
AJ

So much to be grateful For :)

God is so awesome. 

Everyday I become more aware of how much he loves me. So many good things are happening in my life right now, and have been since I came to college.  I went through some pretty traumatic experiences as a child, and as a got older I went through the “why me’s?” a lot actually. Sometimes I feel like God is giving me a break—like he’s saying “I’m sorry that your life sucked for the first 18 years. Now this is your time, go and be happy. I love you” I’ve been blessed to see his love manifest in so many ways during the past 4 years of my life.  I am so grateful for the little things that I experience that are his I love you’s. Like the night market lady dashing me an extra piece of chicken. Or having three different friends prepare meals on the same day and invite me to join in. Or showing me that love in the human form can be beautiful and trustworthy.

He loves me, he loves you, he loves us all. :)

Who Will Cry for the Little Girl?

Who will cry for the destitute among us?

I am learning now, how to cry for me-- and while this process will no doubt take a lifetime,  my soul won’t be consumed with tears. At least not of my own accord. The mountain I’m climbing starts and ends with me looking in the mirror and seeing myself, and coming away with the feeling that my scars don’t make me any less beautiful.  It’s so easy to cry for others. To acknowledge their pain, and even pretend that you can aid them in recovery. Crying for your self is the hardest thing of all because you, first, have to admit that something is awry. I wasn’t taught how to do that. Thankfully I have been surrounded by others that tend to shine their lights on me, until I was forced to surrender to reality. So now as I’m getting myself together, and learning how to live and love me, I will humbly surrender to love. But it’s not enough for me to live in my bliss filled bubble, while the ones around me suffer in silence. I thank God that I have the hands and feet to do work. Alls I gotta do now is dig in with both hands and all feet. I want to give people that hugs were promised but the embrace was never fulfilled.  The love that was made manifest but that was never “real”. I’ll cry for and with them, because no one ever cried for me.