I remember my grandma used to sit down and talk quietly with us when we did something we shouldn’t have. She’d explain how our actions hurt someone else, how it made them feel and asked how we would feel if it was done to us. She wanted to be sure we understood the repercussions of our actions, no automatic apology was expected. She knew we needed to feel it for it to really matter. I don’t think a lot of people take the time to do that these days. It’s just a reflexive “say you’re sorry” to the child without explanation. Doesn’t mean much that way. And then it perpetuates longevity for the behavior. This is a solid “got away from me ” piece

Terrific write Fia.

Sorry is only one of the many words that leave our lips without any real truth or understanding.

good observational write. Well described. It is worth saving and recalling this write, for others too. A mantra to be wary of false words, including apologies.

Powerfully penned, Fia. Another excellent musing my friend. Amazing observation as always. Nicely done. Appreciate you, Cuz.

Damian

Chère L.,
Yes yes yes, amen to that.
It confirms our attraction to each other, our love, our being human, everything and than some.
And you wrote it in the best possible way.
I love it a lot.
Kind regards, Gus

Standing up applauding this. I agree whole heartily. Bravo

Thank you 😊

Beautifully penned, Lizz. Such a passionate write my friend. Nicely done. Appreciate you.

Damian

The physical is 10%, but the real satisfaction is the 90% mental connection.

The last line lands in a way that makes you want to reread this again, and let it linger. This caught my breath.

This reads almost like an invocation, a chant of summoning. Much enjoyed this. As Brandon said, it invites rereading 🧡

Powerfully penned, Brenda. Excellent write with dark undertones my friend. I concur with Willow and Brandon. Amazing read. Appreciate you.

Damian

To cool and it’s relatable to all that write, tight

Chère L.,
Beauty.
The Chinese version:
Beauty in the woods, where no one can hear it, is still beautiful

The greater Amsterdam version:
Beauty which is shared with other people, grows

It’s almost akin to:
Sometimes giving away makes me richer.
All this and more you gave us with this wonderful post.

If you’re American: Thank you very much
In all other cases: (please) keep on keeping on (Curtis Mayfield)
Kind regards, Gus

Powerfully penned, Lizz. Excellent write nicely transformed into lyrics my friend. It’s the little differences between the two that gives them each their own personality, while mirroring each other’s point in substance. Nicely done. Appreciate you.

Damian

Thanks 😊

There’s nothing fun about being ghosted. I’ve learned to move on if I sense any games being played. Detachment is a hard lever to pull, but is often necessary.

Been there. Nice to see you back.

hello dearest Poet there are better to come I’m happy to see you ❤️

Passionately penned, Speak. I mean this is vintage you my friend. Nice to hear your wisdom on these things you’ve always got an interesting perspective on these matters. Great to see you back. Big Like.. Appreciate you.

Damian

DUP ended and I lost my voice or my passion to write but tiptoeing back in the water again. We’ll see

Appreciate you D

Ugh, being ghosted SUCKS.
You wrote this weeks ago and I’m only just seeing it because I step in here so infrequently… gosh it’s hard to find a substitute for DUP. There really is none.
Glad to see your works again, though.
❤️k

I really don’t like the format on this site but the DUP crowd is here so I step in occasionally. Yeah, being ghosted blows. We’ve since reconnected slightly but it’s not the same at the moment.
Thx Red
We need to talk more !!!

Dig you

❤️‍🩹