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November 22, 2012

The power of touch

Skin on skin, electrify

Calming, warming, touch

For those who have had the good fortune to witness childbirth or to hold a new baby, what is the first thing you did?  You placed your finger in his or her hand and the baby grasped it and held on.  You delicately ran you finger along the baby’s arm, or maybe lightly stroked the cheek.  And you held on, too, for dear life.  For the baby’s and for yours.  Is there nothing that is more calming, peaceful and complete than holding a newborn baby.  Experiencing the miracle of life and seeing everything ahead.

So, why do we stop touching?  Do you touch the ones you love?  Just with your fingertips?  With a warm embrace?  With an hour of just holding?  Do you offer it and accept it? And do you accompany that physical touch with words that touch and heal as well?

As Melissa Etheridge might say … Place Your Hand…

November 21, 2012

Don’t ask me what’s got into me with these …


Insecurity      (How cool is that, a five syllable word)

Defeat, conquer, blow … it … up

Never stop … ever



You are the only person that has your power because there is no other person like you.  There is no other person who controls you.  It is entirely up to you.  Be the person you are meant to be and want to be.  Use your power.  Don’t be afraid of it.  Put that insecurity in a box, wrap it tightly with tape, place it out in the middle of the street, or in your backyard, and blow the damn box up.  Take charge.  Say what you feel and feel what you say.  Be you and to hell with the people who can’t take it.  It’s their problem, not yours.


I wish this was the acoustic version, but YouTube has its limits …


Tuesday Thoughts


Is key to relationships

that work and are strong



Well, so that ended up being a haiku.  I’m done with people who can’t communicate, who can’t share their thoughts, their fears, their hopes, their feelings.  Talk, people, talk.


There was a time when I tried to blog and didn’t get very far.  To me, one of the biggest reasons to blog is to engage people in discussions.  My earlier blogging efforts were met with silence from the cyber world.  While there aren’t a lot of comments around King Midget’s world, I have a number of co-workers and friends who are now regular readers of this blog and we frequently end up discussing things I write about here.  That’s a good thing.

Here’s a bad thing … now that I’ve made this effort to blog regularly and let friends, acquaintances, co-workers, and assorted KingMidget hangers-on know about this little place in the cyber universe … I can’t always write about what I want to write about.

There are times when I try to allude through haiku to things going on.  Or, I find other ways to dance around the edges of larger personal issues that are churning inside of me.

At the end of the day, though, there are things I can’t touch here on King Midget’s Ramblings.  I’m no longer anonymous and I have to worry about how people who read me will receive what I write.  This is one of those “be careful what you wish for moments.”

I want to blog and write what I feel and what I think.  I want people to read my blog.  People I know.  People I don’t know.  I want to create a discussion amongst the people who read my thoughts here and maybe open some eyes and minds along the way.

But, you know what?  Sometimes what I feel and what I think are things that people in my life couldn’t possibly handle.  How do I share those feelings and thoughts while minimizing risk?  This is the challenge I face almost every day when I sit down to figure out what I want to blog about.  These things are churning, but I can’t write the words here.

I wish I could.  I think the things I’m going through are not uncommon.  Many people probably face the same conundrums that I do.  A sharing, a dialog about these issues … well, maybe it would be helpful  Not just to me, but to others.

I only wish I could say what I really am dealing with.  I wish I could share my deepest, darkest fears.  My greatest hopes and dreams.  I wish I could write about the thing that happened five minutes ago, the thought I had just yesterday, and the feelings I’ve had for years.

This is, as far as I’m concerned, one of life’s greatest tragedies … people can’t say what they think, can’t describe how they feel because the others in their lives can’t handle the truth.

Here’s a challenge to you, my few faithful readers … in the next day or two, tell somebody you care about something you’ve always been afraid to say.  Open the door to dialog and growth.

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