Monday, January 30, 2012

Farewell‏

Oh, please don't feel guilty . . . It was just my time to go.
I see you are still feeling sad, and the tears just seem to flow.
We all come to earth for our lifetime, and for some it's not many
years. I don't want you to keep crying . . . You are shedding so many
tears. I haven't really left you . . . Even though it may seem so.
I have just gone to my heavenly home, and I'm closer to you
than you know. Just believe that when you say my name . . . I'm
standing next to you.
I know you long to see me, but there's nothing I can do. But I'll
still send you messages. . . and hope you understand. . . that when
your time comes to 'cross over', I'll be there to take your hand.

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

In Memoriam . . .

'In the night of death, hope sees a star, and listening love can hear
the rustle of a wing.' ~ Robert Ingersoll

* To honour the passing and memory of my father... a moment of quiet reflection.

Frank Borsellino™
± Namaste ±

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

The Four Laws of Spirituality . . . .

'The person who comes is the right person.' Means that no one
is in our lives by chance. All around us people are interacting
with us. There is always something that makes us learn and advance
in every situation.

1st Law . . . 'It was the only thing that could have happened.'
Nothing, nothing, absolutely nothing that happens in our lives
could have been otherwise. Even the smallest detail. There is no
"if I had done such a thing ... it happened that another ...."
What happened was all that could have happened, and was to learn
a lesson and move on. Each and every one of the situations that
happen in our lives are perfect.

2nd Law . . . 'Every time you start is the right time.' It all
starts at the right time: before or after. When we are ready to
start something new in our lives, is when things happen.

3rd Law . . . 'When something ends, it ends up really.' Just
like that. If something just in our lives was to our evolution,
so it is best to move on and enrich ourselves with each experience.

4th Law . . . 'If you ever have to choose between the world
and love, remember: If you choose world will be without love,
but if you choose love, to him conquer the world.' ~ Albert Einstein

Monday, January 23, 2012

Breath of Love

'When we have loved, my love, Panting and pale from love,
Then from your cheeks, my love, Scent of the sweat I love:
And when our bodies love, Now to relax in love, After the
stress of love, Ever still more I love, Our mingled
breath of love.' ~ © Frank Borsellino™ ± Namaste ±

* Monica Bellucci & Ricardo Scamarcio - 'Manuale d'amore 2 - Capitoli Successivi' (2007)

Sunday, January 22, 2012

A Path to the Heart . . .

'This life is yours. Take the power to choose what you want
to do and do it well. Take the power to love what you want
in life and love it honestly. Take the power to walk in the
forest and be a part of nature. Take the power to control
your own life. No one else can do it for you. Take the power
to make your life happy.' ~ Susan Polis Schutz

Friday, January 20, 2012

Your Savage Heart‏

'Of all the stars I admired, drenched
in various rivers and mists,
I chose only the one I love.
Since then I sleep with the night.

Of all the waves, one wave and another
wave, green sea, green chill, branching
of green, I chose only the one wave,
the indivisible wave of your body.

All the waterdrops, all the roots,
all the threads of light gathered to
me here; they came to me sooner or later.

I wanted your hair, all for myself.
From all the graces my homeland offered
I chose only your savage heart.' ~ Pablo Neruda

* Patti Hansen Richards by © Richard Avedon '1977




Thursday, January 19, 2012

First Noble Truth

'So the first noble truth, simply put, is that clinging is suffering.
It's because of clinging that physical pain becomes mental pain.
It's because of clinging that aging, illness, and death cause mental
distress.
The paradox here is that, in clinging to things, we don't trap them
or get them under our control. Instead, we trap ourselves. When we
realize our captivity, we naturally search for a way out.'

~ Thanissaro Bhikkhu, Buddhist monk

Monday, January 16, 2012

What is a Bombshell?‏

What makes Bombshell . . . Bombshell, and therefore apart?
I get asked that at times, from other women, especially when
they're in the same room, or restaurant and hear me calling
her.
Those hip hot spots we frequent run by old friends . . . Filled
with a plethora of babes with short skirts, high heels and
legs that go to Heaven and back. Who, of course, believe THEY
are bombshells.
You see there are many beautiful women, babes if you will,
especially in Montreal. I mean 10s' all of them, but none
distinguishing themselves. Bombshell is more a state-of-mind,
than the actual physical appearance . . .think Marilyn Monroe
or Cindy Crawford.
She's a woman who isn't necessarily a 10, say like Bo Derek.
I apologize for the older references but to me that was the
time when I ruled as a player and women were women. Now it's
mostly little girls.
She is sexy and secure in her own skin. Bombshell walks with
unabashed confidence. She knows she's hot, but doesn't flaunt
it or makes you feel any less, vis-à-vis other men or women.
The women who are jealous are precisely those who can only
feel better about themselves by knocking her down.
She's creative and dresses for herself. Always very sexy,
day or evening, work or play, and not according to some magazine
or celebrities, scratch that, some celebrities' stylist.
I've read where some celebrities don't dress unless some girl
or gay man lays it out on the bed for them. So sad!
Bombshell can be a Cordon Bleu and very avant-garde cook,
if need be. She takes care of herself, without letting it
rule her. Eats well, exercises, reads, enjoys companionship
and camaraderie. And best of all to quote Al Pacino as Colonel
Frank Slade in 'Scent of a Woman', Bombshell can suck the
lacquer off of your privates!
Bombshell is always there in your time of need. Doesn't
overwhelm you or clutter your space. Always lets you breathe,
but if you're in trouble, emotionally or otherwise, she'll
be there and give you what you need, always with some
distance, so as not to make you feel claustrophobic. They
say it's a French thing.

My First Foray‏

Back when I was starting as a 'Player' . . . I went to dinner
with a gorgeous, sophisticated, wealthy, and very delicious
lady. I'd scraped together some money to take her to a very
hip restaurant bar . . . a downtown Hotspot. After the initial
chitchat . . . she proceeded to order the most expensive items
on the menu. Foie gras, Lobster Patron and of course Champagne
to wash it all down.
In my naiveté I asked her, "Does your mother feed you like
that when you dine with her?" "No," she replied. "but my mother
doesn't expect fellatio at the end of the soiree." I said,
"Would you care for dessert?"

Friday, January 6, 2012

Signs ... Signs ... Everywhere a Sign.‏

* In the front yard of a funeral home ... "Drive carefully, we'll wait."

* On an electrician's truck ... "Let us remove your shorts."

* On a front door ... "Everyone on the premises is a vegetarian except the dog."

* On a butcher's window ... "Let me meat your needs.

* Outside a muffler shop ... "No appointment necessary. We'll hear you coming."

* In a Beauty Shop ... "Dye now!"

* On the side of a garbage truck ... "We've got what it takes to take what you've got."

* In a restaurant window ... "Don't stand there and be hungry, come in and get fed up."

* Inside a bowling alley ... "Please be quiet. We need to hear a pin drop."

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

Welcome 2012 !

A brand-new year. . . to live; to believe; to give; to receive;
to fall in love; to share a smile; to walk an inch; to run a mile;
to dive into sunsets; to forgive; to forget; to love where you're
going; to embrace where you've been; to take a deep breath,
close your eyes and begin.
May the New Year be filled with love, adventure, and dreams
come true. Love, xoxox

Sunday, January 1, 2012

New Year's Day

'Good resolutions are simply checks that men draw on
a bank where they have no account.' ~ Oscar Wilde