The Scorpion And The Frog

My ability to write a story through is about as deficient in the span of my attention as my eye for one man. But, in my attempt to give you all of me, I will continue to continue… Note that the order in which my stories are published is not necessarily the order in which they are lived, and while the people are real to me, the characters should read as fiction for you as they are painted by my perception. My story is mine alone.

From my journal, a day in February, 2014:

Do you know the fable of The Scorpion And The Frog?

The frog agrees to carry the scorpion across the river and the scorpion promises not to sting the frog. Halfway across, the scorpion breaks his promise. The drowning frog asks the scorpion, “why?”

“Because I’m a scorpion. It’s my nature to sting.”

Sometimes I want so badly to see the beauty in someone that I neglect to see all that they show me. Such was the case with The Mayor in March of last year. And while I have now observed him for months, fully aware of “his nature to sting,” I wouldn’t be honest if I said he didn’t continue to have a mysterious hold on me. The Mayor was the first man on my journey for whom I fell and by whom my heart was quickly broken. The first man for whom I changed my traditional signature. The first man for whom I wrote, “Together in Love.”

Just the other day, I got stung by a scorpion hiding in my shoe.

I felt nothing but the fear of a pain that wouldn’t come. I waited to feel the much anticipated weakness in my spine, the numbness in my tongue, to be paralyzed. But, it was just the prick of a needle on my toe, and then… nothing. As it turns, I am not as allergic to scorpion venom as I am to the sting of a man.

Accept people for who they are.

Don’t go to bed with scorpions.

Together in Love!

xob

To The Men In My Life

I AM A LUCKY GIRL! It’s true, I moved to Nicaragua by myself for myself. Technically “sola,” I live alone in a big ass house ;). But, I am NEVER alone. And while I have, in the past, referred to myself as orphaned, that isn’t technically the case, as I am blessed to have friends who take care of me like family. Check out my new ride – a gift from my very good friend Bladimir! He knew I needed wheels and… Voila!

I have a ton of “friends,” but only a small group I know have my back through and through. A few girls with whom I share my hopes, my dreams, my laughter and my tears, forever in my life, though separated by great distance, we are more like sisters than friends… But, boyyy….. It is the men in my life who really take care of me! I never had a dad, and I don’t have any blood brothers, and YOU totally make up for it everyday! You know who you are. There are many of you! You helped me get from NYC to Florida, you helped me move to Nica. You move me, carry me, shoot me, drive me, inspire me, workout with me, teach me, push me, surf with me, feed me, support me, you always answer the phone when I call, you look after me, check up on me, protect me… I don’t know what I would do without you.

I LOVE YOU!

Now, tell me: how many feet do you think I can clear on this thing and when are you coming to visit?

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YO SOY UNA CHICA SUERTE! Es cierto, me trasladé a Nicaragua sola por mi mismo. Técnicamente “sola,” vivo sola en una casa grande ;). Pero, estoy nunca solo. Y mientras yo tengo, en el pasado, que se refiere a mí mismo como huérfano, que no es técnicamente el caso, como yo estoy feliz de tener amigos que me cuidan como de la familia. Echa un vistazo a mi nuevo paseo – un regalo de mi muy buen amigo Bladimir! Sabía que necesitaba ruedas y … Voila!

Tengo un montón de “amigos”, pero sólo un pequeño grupo que conozco tienen mi espalda hasta la médula. Unas niñas con quienes comparto mis esperanzas, mis sueños, mis risas y lágrimas, siempre en mi vida, aunque separados por una gran distancia, que son más como hermanas que amigos … Pero, boyyy ….. Es los hombres en mi vida que realmente cuidan de mí! Nunca tuve un papá, y yo no tengo ningún hermano de sangre, y USTED totalmente compensar por ello todos los días! Ya sabes lo que eres. Hay muchos de ustedes! Usted me ayudó a llegar desde Nueva York a Florida, me ayudaste a mover a Nica. Te mueves mí, llevo conmigo, me tira, me lleve, me inspiran, entrenamiento conmigo, enseño yo, yo empujo, navegar conmigo, me alimenta, me apoyan, siempre contesta el teléfono cuando llamo, te ves en pos de mí, comprobar para arriba en mí, me proteja … no sé lo que haría sin ti.

TE AMO!

Ahora, dime: ¿cuántos metros puedo saltar con esta moto y cuando vienes a visitar?