By Kim Nelson, on February 8th, 2010%
Perfect Pairs.
It’s simpler than you think.
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Choose wisely.
It’s not about bods or beauty or bucks.
Heat.
Heat?
Yes!
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Oh, yes!
Heat is primary.
Laughter, intellect, trust,
A must.
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Go from there.
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Look for the good,
Overlook?
Yes, some.
Discuss
What can’t be overcome.
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Be a team,
Put the other first.
Warning!
Focus on it,
You’ll see the worst,
So don’t.
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Cultivate passion.
Underscore romance.
Adoration, never ration.
Always choose to dance.
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And know this:
There will be valleys,
Learn to survive.
There will be peaks.
Toward them, strive.
It’s worth the effort.
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It’s simpler than you think.
It’s harder, too.
By Kim Nelson, on January 5th, 2010%
For The Good Husband and me, ’08 and ’09 were years of living large. We traveled and entertained to excess, ate rich and highly lauded food, drank exceptional wines, danced into the wee hours and on and on. We had the kind of fun our age-mates enjoyed nearly thirty years ago while we were busy having and raising babies.
He found this busy life exhilarating. I found it exhausting, and yearned for simplicity.
Now finally, he too, is weary. ( Thank God! I was ready to suggest separate houses and regular rendezvous so that I could get some rest.) Over the holidays we created a new plan based on the realization that we have and appreciate everything we need. We’ve adopted a “paring down” approach to 2010. I am thrilled!
Turning 50 (and the four months it took to understand what that meant for me) undoubtedly contributed to my values clarification. Another key factor: For the first time in a decade, all my children are healthy and well, and I am free from the onus of getting them to this juncture. I’ve reached an amazing place in my life and I relish it.
Now, calm, content and focused, I embrace this new decade with confidence, joy and a surer sense of self. I will write, garden and practice yoga more. I will covet, spend and want less. Most importantly, I will love.
In the midst of this past decade, a close friend on the threshold of death said, “You have loved me well.” No words impacted me more. So I rededicate my time better to correspond to my values, and hope all to whom I’m connected can utter the same when I pass that divide. In the spirit of this desire, beginning now and with myself, I will love. I will love well.
By Kim Nelson, on December 31st, 2009%
The path I followed to this place
Twisting, turning and rarely pristine
Does not match up with the life I dreamed when I was seventeen.
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I plotted, planned and figured out
The route that I would follow.
Yet had I done exactly that, my journey: Shallow, hollow.
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The fullness of my life, as is
Comes not from well-laid plans.
The glories, challenges, when joined, fulfilled divine commands.
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The hardships I would have foregone,
The ease I would have chosen,
Would naturally have left my soul a shell, stifled and frozen.
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And so as I look back on it
This life of love, taking, giving
I know the path was the well-laid plan of an entity ever-living.
By Kim Nelson, on November 19th, 2009%
Calmly comes the eventide.
An end to this day’s wondrous ride.
Go out.
Live.
Love.
Work, play.
Then back inside.
One day~ One life~ Joy magnified.
By Kim Nelson, on September 28th, 2009%
Wind.
‘Twas forecasted, predicted.
Blowing here, raining there
Wetting foreign soil,
But drying, drying
This desert land.
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Wind.
Parching.
Lifting leaves to dance, to fly
Free from bounds
Of tired plants,
No sustenance left to offer.
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Wind.
Trees shed what’s left,
Dropping, dropping,
Nourishment for other plants
In seasons yet to come.
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Wind.
Beckoning the future,
“Come.”
“Be.”
Encouraging the present
To move into the past.
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Open arms wide. Eyes forward. Ride the wind.
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