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I need one
who can love and embrace me
live with me
accept me and support me
but doesn’t always need me

I need one
who can find warmth in my arms
comfort in my chest
companionship in my hands
and solace in my eyes.

I’m going to go a little deep on this post – you’ve been warned.For those that don’t know, faith is pretty damn entwined into my life. If I told you all the details of how I was raised, I would imagine some of you would take a step back, either in disbelief, or in fear. So – I won’t go there and it’s not the point of this post. Besides — I’m not exactly that easy to pigeon-hole in that area.The point of this post is to point out that questioning is a healthy thing in the life of a person of faith. If a person of faith has no questions, or has them and never asks, not only are they doing themselves a disservice, but in some respects I would consider an act of disrespect towards the one they believe in (assuming a non-polydeist religion).Some background before the Question of the Day™Whether or not the story is true (and there many reasons to question it now, well, ONE reason to question), I was told that my biological mom, Kathy, left when I was around 2. Now – I distinctly have memories from that age. Partly because as a kid I would recall them, and partly as I got older I began a systematic review of memories in order to refresh them and ingrain them in myself.I remember my mom in two of my memories from the old old house (the house I lived in from I believe 1ish till 4ish). The other memories are just of myself and dad.So for a time, I didn’t have a mom. I also remember quite a few days/events from childcare that I was dropped off at due to (I believe) the absence of a mom.Dad got remarried to Helen when I was five. I had met Helen when I was four, when dad and I went to her apartment for dinner (and one of the first times I got caught hiding food in various cavities then needing to use the bathroom to export said food to a better location, the toilet)

edit 11.27.07 – AND FOR SOME REASON this post got truncated. Gone pretty much forever. *great*

:: gritting teeth ::

sitting outside at a ‘bucks in Dallas (Garland) Texas and hearing a flurry of wings to see pigeons scattering like mad rats from a sinking ship, trying to figure out what spooked them, and then spotting this…

That, my friends, is a hawk. Now I can’t tell if it’s a Red-Tail Hawk, or a Swainson’s, or something else (I’m blanking on two other names right now). But it IS a hawk. And all the pigeons disappeared to sit along the edge of the neighboring Tom Thumb (grocery) really antsy and quite disturbed. It was like they were saying “Merry Christmas DON’T EAT ME! I’m NOT TASTY!!”