True love is neither physical, nor romantic.

True love is an acceptance of all that is,
has been, will be... and will not be.

The happiest people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just
make the best of everything they have.

Life isn't about how to survive the storm, but how to Dance in the rain.

A thousand times i needed You
A thousand times i cried.
If love alone could have saved You,
You never would have died.
A heart of gold stopped beating.
Two twinkling eyes closed to rest.
God broke my heart to prove he only took the best.
Never a day goes by that Your not in my heart and my soul.

One day a young man was standing in the middle of the town proclaiming
that he had the most beautiful heart in the whole valley.

A large crowd gathered and they all admired his heart for it was
perfect. There was not a mark or a flaw in it. Yes, they all agreed it
truly was the most beautiful heart they had ever seen. The young man
was very proud and boasted more loudly about his beautiful heart.

Suddenly an old man in front of the crowd and said "Why your heart is
not nearly as beautiful as mine." The crowd and the young man looked
at the old man's heart. It was beating strongly, but full of scars, it
had places where pieces had been removed and other pieces put in, but
they didn't fit quite right and there were several jagged edges. In
fact, in some places there were deep gouges where whole pieces were
missing. The people stared - how can he say his heart is more
beautiful, they thought?

The young man looked at the old man's heart and saw its state and
laughed. "You must be joking," he said. "Compare your heart with mine,
mine is perfect and yours is a mess of scars and tears."

"Yes," said the old man, "Yours is perfect looking but I would never
trade with you. You see, every scar represents a person to whom I have
given my love - I tear out a piece of my heart and give it to them,
and often they give me a piece of their heart which fits into the
empty place in my heart, but because the pieces aren't exact, I have
some rough edges, which I cherish, because they remind me of the love
we shared.

Sometimes I have given pieces of my heart away, and the other person
hasn't returned a piece of his heart to me. These are the empty gouges
- giving love is taking a chance. Although these gouges are painful,
they stay open, reminding me of the love I have for these people too,
and I hope someday they may return and fill the space I have waiting.
So now do you see what true beauty is?"

The young man stood silently with tears running down his cheeks. He
walked up to the old man, reached into his perfect young and beautiful
heart, and ripped a piece out. He offered it to the old man with
trembling hands. The old man took his offering, placed it in his
heart and then took a piece from his old scarred heart and placed it
in the wound in the young man's heart. It fit, but not perfectly, as
there were some jagged edges.

The young man looked at his heart, not perfect anymore but more
beautiful than ever, since love from the old man's heart flowed into
his. They embraced and walked away side by side.


Author Unknown

One the outside it says

"Love doesn't make the world go around. Love is what makes the ride worthwhile"

On the inside He wrote "I love you with my whole heart, Forever Jimmy"



I REALLY miss him alot..It has been a tough week, every commercial they play for Valentines day makes me cry.. I hate days like this..

I miss you terribly this day of love,
Miss you with a wound that stabs and aches.
I see the love around me, and it takes
So much strength simply just to move.
Soon, soon, my love, this waiting will be done.
You and I will have what we desire.
On days like this we'll sit beside the fire,
Undoing all the pain of days long gone

Funny how much your life can change in 6 months. For the most part it has flown by. now looking back, I just don't know how I have gotten thru these past 6 months without Jimmy. I miss him more and more everyday. The more things change, the more I want them to stay the same. I keep thinking this is all a bad dream and I will wake up, but no this is real life. And I am awake, and alone. I have my family and my friends, my kids and my pets. But I don't have my husband anymore and he is he one who I want the most..
I hope I can find the strength within me to continue, even without him. My heart is heavy with sorrow. I just can't seem to get past this stage of grieving..
Maybe I am just not ready to face the reality that he is gone and is never coming back. One day I will be able to think about him and not well up with tears, but not today..Six months ago my life was forever changed..

A Carrot, an Egg and a Cup of Coffee
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A young woman went to her mother and told her about her life and how things were so hard for her. She did not know how she was going to make it and wanted to give up. She was tired of fighting and struggling. It seemed as one problem was solved, a new one arose.
Her mother took her to the kitchen. She filled three pots with water and placed each on a high fire. Soon the pots came to boil. In the first she placed carrots, in the second she placed eggs, and in the last she placed ground coffee beans. She let them sit and boil, without saying a word.
In about twenty minutes she turned off the burners. She fished the carrots out and placed them in a bowl. She pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl. Then she ladled the coffee out and placed it in a bowl. Turning to her daughter, she asked, "Tell me what you see." "Carrots, eggs, and coffee," she replied.
Her mother brought her closer and asked her to feel the carrots. She did and noted that they were soft. The mother then asked the daughter to take an egg and break it. After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard boiled egg. Finally, the mother asked the daughter to sip the coffee. The daughter smiled as she tasted its rich aroma. The daughter then asked, "What does it mean, mother?"
Her mother explained that each of these objects had faced the same adversity - boiling water. Each reacted differently. The carrot went in strong, hard, and unrelenting. However, after being subjected to the boiling water, it softened and became weak. The egg had been fragile. Its thin outer shell had protected its liquid interior, but after sitting through the boiling water, its inside became hardened. The ground coffee beans were unique, however. After they were in the boiling water, they changed the water.
"Which are you?" she asked her daughter. "When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?"
Think of this: Which am I? Am I the carrot that seems strong, but with pain and adversity do I wilt and become soft and lose my strength?
Am I the egg that starts with a malleable heart, but changes with the heat? Did I have a fluid spirit, but after a death, a breakup, a financial hardship or some other trial, have I become hardened and stiff? Does my shell look the same, but on the inside am I bitter and tough with a stiff spirit and hardened heart?
Or am I like the coffee bean? The bean actually changes the hot water. When the water gets hot, it releases the fragrance and flavor. If you are like the bean, when things are at their worst, you get better and change the situation around you.
When the hour is the darkest and trials are their greatest, do you elevate yourself to another level? How do you handle adversity? Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean? May you have enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human and enough hope to give you joy.
The happiest of people don`t necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the most of everything that comes along their way. The brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past; you can`t go forward in life until you let go of your past failures and heartaches.
When you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling. Live your life so at the end, you`re the one who is smiling and everyone around you is crying.

I miss your laughter, fun, and gentleness.
I miss the things I used to do for you.
I miss the time, now filled with emptiness,
When each day was a stage for something new.
I miss your love, though mine for you remains,
A passion with no outlet to the sea,
A teardrop in a desert, that contains
What's left of my maternal ecstasy.
I miss your presence, like a silent chord
That anchored even solitude in grace.
I miss, for my love's labor, the reward
Of seeing some small pleasure in your face.
All these I miss, and yet they are all here
Within my heart, far more than I can bear.

This journal used to be friends only, i changed it to a public journal. This was started to document the journey my Sir and i were on thru our lives...
My Sir is no longer with us, He passed away from a massive stroke He had during a what was supposed to be very simple surgury. Our journey has ended in real time. In my heart He will always be my "ONE". i loved Him, He loved me. We married we shared some very wonderful times together and i am very blessed to have had Him in my life..
If you chose to read, feel free to, comment as you wish, at one point, Sir made comments, therefore, this journal will remain forever, just to preserve His words to me and mine to Him.

I don't know if anyone eles ever reads my journal here. I am a very lost girl right now, trying to just make it thru life one day at a time..
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JIMMY HENDRIX POSTON My Master's Obituary

Jimmy Hendrix Poston, 57, died unexpectedly on Friday, June 8, 2007 at Fort Walton Beach Medical Center. Mr. Poston was a retired civil servant at the Pensacola Naval Air Station and a Vietnam War veteran of the U. S. Army.
He leaves behind his wife, Jennifer; one daughter, Rachael; one son, Michael; three step-sons, Timothy, Justin and Thomas; one sister, Betty; five brothers, Sanders, Don, George, Don L. and Charles; his four dogs; as well as numerous nieces, nephews, cousins and other extended family. He will be greatly missed by his family and friends.
Funeral Services will be held on Tuesday, June 12, at EMERALD COAST FUNERAL HOME, 113 Racetrack Road, NE, Fort Walton Beach, at 10:00 AM. Burial will be in Barrancas National Cemetery, Pensacola, on Tuesday, June 12, at 1: 15 PM. The family requests living plants be sent to Emerald Coast Funeral Home, 32547 or memorials in his name to the American Heart Assoc., 222 NE Hospital Drive, Fort Walton Beach, 32548.
You may express condolences at www.EmeraldCoastFuneralHome.com.

At aprox. 6:10 this morning, my best friend in the whole world, My Master, my soulmate, my husband Jimmy left this world. It was as he would have wanted it until the very end and he died in peace. I was at his side and my friend Amy who had stayed up there all night with me was also there, on his other side. The day started cloudy but as he passed the sun came out, and I know God was welcoming him home.

I love Jimmy with all of my heart and soul and I know he loved me. I will always be thankful for the time we had and for how much he touched all of our lives.

Thank you all for your support and for being here for all of us. We are so blessed to have such great family and friends.

I am home, I have showered and after making the posts so that everyone knows, I am going to rest.

Keep our family in your thoughts but know that Jimmy did have the final word, even until the end, as we knew he would.

Jennifer

Submission is not about sex.
Submission is not something one can learn.
It is not sex.
It is not dirty.
Submission is beauty.
It is a beauty that comes from the very soul of a submissive woman.
It is a breaking down of the walls built up in her lifetime, allowing
the beautiful, sensual woman to come through.

Submission is not about sex, it is about sensuality.
It is about trust, communication, vulnerability, caring, and honesty.
It is about being the graceful, sensual, beautiful woman that resides
within.

Submission is about knowing who you are, and what you want.
A submissive is NOT a weak person, but just the opposite.
She is strong.
She is strong in herself, and in the knowledge of who she is.
She NEVER submits out of weakness or desperation.
She submits out of strength, love, and trust.

Submission is freedom.
It is a letting go of one's self, knowing that the dominant is there
to catch you if you falter.
It is about pushing to be the very best one can be, not only as a
submissive, but as a woman, a person, a human being.
It is about learning, growing, and giving.

Please don't get me wrong.
Submission is not about donning rose colored glasses, and the world
is fine. Nothing worthwhile will ever come that easy.

Submission is also about pain.
There is no growth without pain, lest it be a temporary growth.
There is no freedom without the inner struggle to let go.
There is no sensuality without breaking down the barriers that took
years to put into place.

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my user name is Floridagal on there.


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Ultimately, it is through serving others that we become fully human.

-Marsha Sinetar