The Feeler's Way?

To frame from a perspective of Love,
Not from a perspective of Justice...
That, I believe is the Feeler's Way.

Sorrow, a deep form of love, serves as a catalyst for connection for the Feeler...
Anger, a ball of energy, sparks a Thinker into action, seeking justice and fairness...

But too much Anger in the Feeler consumes and burns oneself...
If there's to be Anger, it should not dominate the Feeler's landscape...
A foundation of Love is the better way...

We all exist within ourselves, so we must walk with our own two feet...
But we all have hands that can help, and be helped...

Is it okay to demand something from another...
That we can't even give to ourselves?

At what point do we let go, and say...
It's Okay...

Can we own another being's flesh?
If we pay for it, is it ours?

Feeling totally moved...

Moved by the beauty that exists in people...  People reaching out and helping other people...  A feeling of warmth and love courses through my body...  My compass is telling me Truth.

Upon Awakening...

It's strange...  I wake up from an unexpected early evening nap...  It's still a little warm out and I feel not quite awake...  Yet the thought that keeps crossing my mind is Instinctually I know Love and the Soul are the most important things...  At least to me.

This is something I think I've know for a long time...  well, at least the part about loving...  Despite knowing this at my core, petty things like fear and anger so easily get in the way...

I have vague memories of some of my earliest caretakers, but I do remember feelings of comfort and warmth from my Nina, Estella.  She had a special way of being that could comfort my crying soul as a very young child...  And I'm thankful for that when I can actually remember.  Perhaps it's that enveloping feeling, the warmth and the nurturing I needed when I was so young, the warmth that was given to me in order to soothe me...  Maybe that's why I instinctually know that Love and the Soul are the most important things to me.  The feeling of safety in another's arms...

And I think of my dad's mom who took care of me before I can remember anything.  She's probably the epitome of warmth and love...  And despite me not remembering her on a conscious level as a physical caretaker...  I'm sure her physical presence very early in my life was vital to shaping my inner psyche at its core...  What I could remember was her kindness, generosity, and warmth and gentleness...

I've been so blessed to be in the company of such wonderful souls, and yet I find I'm not as generous as these people I admire so much...  These people I'm so very thankful for...  When warmth courses through me I am reminded of these people....  I'm reminded of what instinctually I know to be the right way...  I gently let out a sigh, continually hoping to be more like those who loved me so much...