"My idea of Christmas, whether old-fashioned or modern, is very simple: loving others. Come to think of it, why do we have to wait for Christmas to do that?" Bob Hope
- I'm going to learn how to do this Tumblr thing. Or not.
When you kill, or do away with someone who never existed, it’s not really murder. At least it’s not murder in the legal sense of the word. So, I killed my Theo.
It was painful watching a sensitive whisp of me and my imagination being exploited and ridiculed. Felt wretched, like monitoring someone on their deathbed, a mind out of my body experience.
Theodora in me became a punching bag for some. And, being true to the fire that fueled spirit, heated her beliefs, she continued. Not letting the distractions take over her purpose or censor what she had to say. They brought it out.
Using Theo, I was able to see my fears. And to recognize the pain, not just mine, but all that is among us. Also felt the unexpected, massive warmth and need for attention, love, companionship that is out there.
Anyway, one day, my inner Theo no longer felt the need to play the game. The game that has no rules.
That was the day the Theo in me died.