OmegaG
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Shower ponderings........... In the beginning, when the seeds of the dynamic are planted, it seems to spring to life on it's own, in the season of spring when all things are new, it grows and blooms with seemingly no effort. It is breathtakingly beaurtiful and the ease of it tends to lull us into a sense of this is how it will always be. Yet in the season of summer of the dynamic, when there are so many other things to do and the dynamic still looks healthy, it is easy to think about it in passing and think, "I'll tend to you in a few days, I'll weed out the garbage, I'll feed you and give you water and the attention that you probably need, but now I have to run off and do something else". The problem is that when you finally stop running and take the time to attend to the dynamic, you may find that it has withered from lack of nutrition and water, that it's become choked out by the weeds or that it's grown in directions that you hadn't intended. If you make it through the summer, fall offers a bit of reprieve, routines are established, you've learned how much attention your dynamic needs to sustain life and fall is once again a time to relax and enjoy. But one needs to be wary for the winter of our dynamic follows soon after, hopefully you'll not be faced with an early frost and Indian Summer for that can wreak havok on the living dynamic, but eventually fall fades into winter in one way or another. In the winter of our dynamic we have an instinct to pull into ourselves, to keep ourselves warm against the ravages of the cold. It is important at this time to remember to keep the dynamic warm as well. Make sure that it's not forgotten and put aside for if we ignore the dynamic during the winter, it will surely fail to bloom agian when Spring returns. What has blossomed out of the initial seeds of our dynamic never become so strong that they require no more cultivation.
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Regret for the things we did can be tempered by time; it is regret for the things we did not do that is inconsolable. Sydney J. Harris Sex without pain is like food without taste. - de Sade
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