Pain Goes In, Love Comes Out

“Turn your wounds into wisdom.” ― Oprah Winfrey, media executive, actress, talk show host, television producer and philanthropist.

My dear friend Alyssa at Fightmsdaily is an amazing example of a person who turns pain into positive vibes. Even as she battles the pains and challenges of multiple sclerosis, she injects you with her warm personality and bright outlook; making her a perfect example of hope and kindness. Her Motivational Mondays & Pick Me Up Thursday are the perfect way to start/survive the week. Need a dose of inspiration? Visit one of the Inspiring Women of WordPress at Fightmsdaily.


As you can see I am taking this celebration of women seriously, so here it is, confession time.

Pain Goes In, Love Comes Out

On January 21, 2013, I slipped and fell down a flight of stairs.

Intense pain has accompanied me every second of my life for almost 7 years. Surgery corrected some of my injuries, but did not reduce the pain. I’m not interested in the prescriptions to opiates and morphine injections doctors have offered.

Pain has become as natural as breathing.

Like you, the people I meet have no idea I am suffering. I have no limp, cane, or visible marking to advise them.

I still run, play beach volleyball, dance, workout at the gym, and on occasion chase women (just don’t catch them anymore). LOL

Blogging has served as my therapy.  Don’t know how many times my cheeks were moist with tears as you and I laugh at one of my silly comments. Or as I read your inspiring posts. You are my pain relief.

Perception is the key to life. I cherish the memories of the painless years. I am grateful I didn’t end up in a wheelchair. Even with this eternal aching, I consider myself a lucky man.

My friends ask me, how do I deal with the pain?  How do I remain calm, happy, smiling, and caring through this pain? Why do I bother trying to inspire others?

Pain goes in, love comes out.

If you don’t mind, I will keep comments closed on this post. I don’t want anyone feeling sorry for me and I definitely don’t want to spend the next two weeks replying to comments reminding me of this torment. Thank you for your warm and caring wishes. xo

Fall at My Feet

Wanted to share a poem and post from my cherished friend Fiery. She dedicated a sinful little poem and very flattering intro to me yesterday and I wanted to share it with all of you. Please, comment on her blog and not mine.
Thank you.

Silently Smouldering Words

So… definitely need an intro today.

This inspired little piece of delicious filth, is dedicated to

The Lonely Author

Some of you will no doubt be wondering why, Fiery? For why??

(I will tell you. Bear with.)

Some of you may take one look at that photo of sexy, bestockinged legs and know exactly why I am dedicating this to him.

He has quite an attractive and relentless little kink for… women’s feet, especially in stockings, especially pointed his way, especially on a candle lit date or some such Lonely Author antics, especially…you get the picture.

So, since he is my favourite (yeah I said it) poet/writer/peddler of smiles and chuckles around here (or around anywhere really) and I do admire him for many, many reasons, I thought he may enjoy me turning my poetic dirties in his direction. For a treat, ya know?

And who’d have thunk, the sweet…

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my tiny hut: making it girlfriend friendly

my tiny hut: making it girlfriend friendly

When I decided to build a tiny home, I asked myself what I needed. Tired of bouncing from friend’s home to friend’s home, from hotel to hotel. I needed 3 things; a place to write, sleep, and store my belongings.

Then, I added a fourth. it needed to be appealing to my future lady, the girl I haven’t met. I don’t expect any woman to quit her job or career, but I want her to be comfy knowing we have a little place to escape, not far from the beach.

So, I added touches for a woman’s comfort.

The windows are slightly tinted. Sunlight will enter but never overwhelm. The heavy drapes will prevent light from disturbing at night in case she is a light sleeper.

Of course a powerful A/C, celing fan, and generator for when the electricity goes out.

Finally, plenty of light (14 ceiling lights), in case she is a reader/writer/blogger.

And when she wants no lights, we can set the mood. (16 different colors)

Speaking of light, when she presses the red button of light on the bathroom mirror…

She has light.

Since we are talking bathrooms. I love rain showers, but just in case we are going out and she doesn’t want to wet her hair, there is a handheld rain shower.

Of course, a walk-in closet with shoe rack (but you already knew that). GO YANKEES.

A king sized bed (Beach Boy likes to frolic) with two USB night tables so she can charge her mobile devices by the bed. Bedroom set also included a matching dress/mirror.

Hopefully,the girl I haven’t met will feel comfy here.

I never cook when I am on the island. So kitchen and livingroom will be added on a future trip. More bedrooms? Depends on how many children she may have. We will decide that when the time comes.

Ladies, what have I missed?

Aruba, Jamaica, oh I want to take ya
Bermuda, Bahama, come on pretty mama
Key Largo, Montego, baby why don’t we go……

Lonely Author: Week In Review (As if anybody really cares)

Lonely Author: Week In Review (As if anybody really cares)

Couldn’t think of a better title.

So, let’s get right to the action.

The neighbor’s dwarf hen has visited the construction site everyday for the past two weeks.

She delivers an egg every other day. Now, if I can teach her to make bacon and brew some coffee, I will be all set.

My roof is up. (Bad joke).

Since I am no longer allowed to work on my own hut, I have been shopping for curtains, bathroom tiles, furniture, etc.

Found this fish art in a mall. He is made of ladles, spoons, empty bottle and spatulas.

A closer look.

A mall aquarium.

Selected the dark gray tile pattern for the bathroom. It should stand out beautifully against a contrast of a white and light gray scheme for the other tiles and bathroom floor.

You had no idea the Beach Boy could get all HGTV on you. Did ya?

I attended a baby shower this past weekend. Pearla (black dress) the momma to be and her hubby Johan, the father to be, asked me to be the Godfather to be, to their baby to be. His name will be Axel and his estimated time of arrival is late October.

What would the end of the day be like without a gorgeous sunset? Well, I guess it would be the end of a day without a gorgeous sunset.

Seriously, I am doing very well. I followed doctor’s orders. (Something very new for me).

Thank you all for your beautiful messages and concern. Sigh. So sweet of all of you. Much like the mosquitos on the island, you have touched me in places you will never know.

And this concludes…..

Lonely Author: Week In Review (As If Anybody Really Cares)

Will leave comments open for a while to have a few laughs. Enjoy the end of the week.

Hospitalized

Hospitalized

Long story short……

I have been busy building a little love hut on this tropical paradise. My friend Berto wanted to give me a break from construction with a day at the beach. We argued over who was driving (my friend is notorious for driving drunk), so I refused to go.

Later that day I learned Berto was in a severe driving accident. He hit a motorist and smacked into two cars. Several people were severly injured.

Guilt was consuming me on every trip I made to the hospital.

Berto pointed at an empty bed in his room, “That would have been yours.”

Back at the construction site, I was as active as can be participating in all aspects of construction. Well, as most of you know I have a blind side (right) I tripped over a block and violently crashed in a wall of blocks.

I woke up in a hospital, lying in the very bed Berto said I was supposed to be in. Stayed there for several days. Thankfully, no concussion. Just intense back pain and some difficulty with mobility.

There in the blue polo is my best friend (and engineer) Titi. My buddy picked me up at the hospital and we drove straight to a beach resort. Where for fours days I was without cell phone or laptop. Just watching the beach, getting constant back massages.

So why the coconut photo? Since I have been on heavy pain meds, coconut water was the only exotic drink I had all weekend.

Will catch up with everyone over the next few days. Two versions of the same post posted today on my blog. I will get to all comments. Please be patient, I will touch all of you when I get back to my room tomorrow.

Must Love Shoes

A bold glimpse into me. Since I was courageous enough to post this, I will leave comments open. I could use a good laugh.

Must Love Shoes

In a recent conversation with my friend Shelley of Quaint Revival I confessed my love for women’s shoes. (No, I do not wear them). No, not a shoe kisser type either, I just adore women who have plenty of shoes (in all styles and colors). Women’s shoes and feet, totally drives me insane.

One of the reasons I chose this new apartment, it has a shoe closet.

My idea of the perfect evening?

Lights are turned low. We are sitting on the couch, sipping wine, listening to soft mood setting music. We talk about poetry, life, books, and my favorite subject – YOU. My hands gently caress and massage your feet which rest in my lap.

Coming from New York, I met women all the time, on the bus, trains, stores, and streets. I guess you know by now, shyness is not one of my traits. So, I don’t use any of those internet meet sites.

But if I ever was to place a personal ad….

Single guy in Orlando area. Loves walks on the beach, shopping, coffee, sunsets, writing, and great conversation. Enjoys an occasional sangria, wine, or mojito. Other than blogging, not into social media. You: Should share my love for writing and poetry. Prefer if you were smarter than me. Don’t worry, this is a no brainer. (bad joke). Love for trying new restaurants required. Good sense of humor necessary! Oh, and you MUST LOVE SHOES.

Morning Run

Morning Run

Today, I decided to take my morning run outside the gym to admire the beautiful Florida landscape before it gets too hot. When I arrived at the lake with a running track, a funny thing happened to me.

For some unexplained reason, I sensed the treadmill calling out to me. And honestly, I missed her, too.

Yup, took the workout indoors.