Lost & Found Blogfest and Battle of the Bands combo: K is for Kiss

Today is a special edition of Battle of the Bands because I’m combining it with the Lost & Found Valentine’s Edition blogfest, hosted by Arlee BirdGuilie CastilloElizabeth Seckman,Yolanda ReneeDenise Covey, and Alex J Cavanaugh. The blogfest is about love lost or love found. I’ve chosen to reprise a piece I wrote a few years ago during the A-Z Blogging Challenge. It’s a perfect piece for this blogfest and since it didn’t get much readership the last time, maybe this time will be different. Following this will be my Battle of the Bands, which ties in nicely to my piece.

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I wrote this about a mistake I made a few years ago. It’s titled “K is for Kiss”:

How I used to long for your kiss. Your soft lips knew how to speak to my body. Your kiss ignited my soul and set my heart ablaze. kissWe fell in love, though we knew we shouldn’t. All the hours and days and nights spent together turned the heat up on our love, especially those nights in front of the fireplace, the sultry sounds of Motown playing in the background and our love smoldering in the hot embers of our passion.

We knew this couldn’t last, but we were in too deep. The more time we spent together, the harder it got to be apart. We were hooked. And it was so amazing. It scared the shit out of both of us because no way could this last. It was too good to be true.

pencil sketch: You're the Best by Naleme

“You’re the Best” by Naleme (c2012-2014)

You used to joke when we’d be out somewhere that people could see us together and know immediately that we weren’t married because we were so happy! That was probably a true statement. We were, after all, living a fantasy. But God, it was an incredible whirlwind. 

And then reality hit. Like an unanticipated tornado. I’ll never forget that night. You paged me, I pulled over to use a pay phone on the side of a downtown street. It was misting rain but I didn’t care. I dialed and you picked up the phone. I think you started the conversation with “I’m sorry” and I knew. I felt a pit in my stomach. My hands were shaking. And as if on cue, the rain started to pound harder, just like my heart.

“Why?”

You said you had tried, but when you told them you were leaving, your kids cried and begged you to stay. And you said you owed it to them to stay. You had to at least try to make your marriage work.

“So this is it?” I asked.

“Yes.”

I started to cry. I could hear the anguish in your voice. I know you heard the devastation in mine. The rain poured on me and I don’t know which was coming down harder, it or my tears. Alone in the Rain gif (http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t350/anthonymuthu2008/AloneinteRain.gif) I stood at the phone booth, crying into the phone, while raindrops splattered down around me, just like my world at that moment. I heard you softly say, “I’m sorry” and then you gently placed the phone down on the receiver. I stood there holding the phone to my ear, the rain washing the salty tears from my face, listening to pellets of water pinging off the metal booth and the stinging sound of the dial tone as the finality sunk in. It was almost cinematic, that scene.

I heard you broke your sobriety after that night. And for that I’m so very sorry. I’m sorry for all of it. What a horrible path we chose to walk together, the whole torrid affair. Five lives crushed. I pray for forgiveness in one breath and yet in another I’m remembering that first time. I know it’s you who calls me and hangs up sometimes. I can tell by how gently the phone hangs up. It’s okay. I think of you too. Maybe in another life.

A few legitimate relationships later and I’ve found that I’m much happier alone. I decided I actually hate being in love. Love fucks with my head too much. It messes with my peace of mind. And that is something I simply can’t tolerate anymore. No way. Peace and freedom – they’re everything to me now.

Although I miss your amazing kiss, the ones I get now are of a whole other kind…and they’re ones that keep me sane. These kisses are way better for me. My heart has never been more full. I guess God forgave me after all.  

dog giving a kiss

-A kiss from Cleo  (me & Cleo 2013)

Copyright © 2014 Michele Truhlik. All Rights Reserved.

Now for my Battle of the Bands:

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The Song: (If Loving You is Wrong) I Don’t Want to Be Right:

This song was written by Stax Records songwriters Homer Banks, Carl Hampton and Raymond Jackson. It has been performed by many singers, most notably by Luther Ingram, whose version topped the R&B chart for four weeks and rose to number three on the Billboard Hot 100 chart in 1972.

The song is about an adulterous love affair, told from the point of view of either the mistress or the cheating spouse, depending on the gender of the performer. Regardless, both parties involved express their desire to maintain the affair, while at the same time acknowledging that the relationship is morally wrong.

Although it was first recorded by The Emotions and Veda Brown, those recordings were never released. Besides Luther Ingram, other notable singers to cover it include Isaac Hayes, Rod Stewart, Percy Sledge, Bobby “Blue” Bland, Barbara Mandrell, David Ruffin, LeAnn Rimes Renée Geyer, Ramsey Lewis, reggae singer Alton Ellis, Tom Jones, Cassandra Wilson, Nathan Cavaleri and Rania Zeriri. (Source: Wikipedia)

Here is the version by Luther Ingram. THIS IS NOT PART OF THE BATTLE; JUST WANTED YOU TO HEAR THE SONG AS MOST PEOPLE KNOW IT:

 

For today’s battle, I chose to pit LeAnn Rimes against Rod Stewart. Which one do you like better and why?

Contender #1:  LeAnn Rimes:

 

Contender #2:  Rod Stewart:

 

Time to vote! Tell me which version you like and why you chose that version. And when you’re done voting, please visit these other BOTB participants and check out their cool battles. Be sure to visit the other Lost & Found Valentine’s Edition Blogfest participants too! The list is below the BOTB participants.

Here is a link to the Linky list of Lost & Found Valentine’s Edition Blogfest participants. Please take a moment to visit their posts as well:
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A Powerful Quote about Destiny

A quote by Jean de La Fontaine:

 “A person often meets his destiny on the road he took to avoid it.”

photo credit: James Darren Hicks

photo credit: James Darren Hicks

 

Wow. I heard this quote the other day and it whacked me with its powerful truth. I have always believed that our destiny is already planned out for us. Not to say that we can’t alter the course and choose just how we arrive at that destination but no matter how we get there and no matter when we end up there, it is where we were always meant to be.

Some folks think destiny and fate are different. I don’t. But it made me look deeper into the definitions of both.

Destiny: what happens in the future: the things that someone or something will experience in the future; a power that is believed to control what happens in the future; a predetermined course of events often held to be an irresistible power

Fate: a power that is believed to control what happens in the future;the things that will happen to a person or thing; the future that someone or something will have; the will or principle or determining cause by which things in general are believed to come to be as they are or events to happen as they do: Destiny

So you see, destiny or fate, either term can be used.  I look at my own life and all that’s happened to me. It hasn’t all been good, that’s for sure. Some of the really bad times and the really bad people that came into my life were all supposed to be there, I’m convinced. For example, in one situation, I met a person who destroyed my life for a while. When I look back on how we met, I realize it was orchestrated by unseen forces. I was in a building I had never been in and really had no need to ever be in but for this one appointment. He was sitting on a bench when I walked by, our eyes met and we shared a flirty smile. And I continued on my way. But then, the person I had the appointment with was running late and his office was locked up, the class that this guy was in let out early because the professor didn’t show up and it just so happened to be right next to the closed office where I was standing, waiting. He came out and there I was. My fate was sealed in that very moment. And the lessons I was to learn were really big ones, like the TRUST YOUR GUT lessons, and they would only come to me after the destruction.

I had looked back years after and realized that something told me, when he asked for my number, a little gnawing in my gut said there was something not quite right, something was off with this guy. But since I couldn’t put my finger on it, I dismissed it. And I believe I was supposed to dismiss it, for it was after this situation ended that I had the realization that my gut instinct was to be trusted next time. (And I have trusted my gut ever since). And looking back, when our involvement started, there were so many signs, so many obvious signs that I completely overlooked. I saw all the signs but I was blind to them. Only later did I see them as red flashing lights.

Rubble by Caleb Roenigk

Rubble by Caleb Roenigk

Out of the rubble came one of life’s really important lessons. After all, trusting your instinct is necessary for survival.

I’ve had people come into my life that were only in it for a short time. People who I thought were going to be life-long friends but some of those associations ended because of me. More lessons learned. Yes, I believe these people were supposed to come into my life specifically so I could learn and grow to become a better person, because it was due to my own shortcomings that the friendship ended. In one case it was an overreaction and anger that caused the demise of that friendship. It was entirely my fault and it was a bitter pill to swallow because I had valued that specific friendship and I paid the price of losing it. A very valuable lesson resulted and one that, thankfully, I won’t have to learn again.

There will be other lessons for me to learn, for sure. And some of them will inevitably be painful. That is by design. Jean de Lu Fontaine’s quote speaks to just that.

 “A person often meets his destiny on the road he took to avoid it.”

In my example of the lesson that taught me about my instinctual powers: I could have chosen not to give that guy my number and thus never developed a relationship with him, true. But someone or something else would have come along to teach me the lesson that I was supposed to learn about my gut.

The friendship that I ruined might not have occurred had I not met this person in the first place. However, I was still supposed to learn that lesson so it would have been someone else in a different place and different time perhaps, and that valuable lesson would indeed have been taught regardless.

Destiny is Home

Destiny is Home

Our life is a big blueprint of lesson plans. It is a maze of choices and opportunities but all the paths lead to the same outcome: our destiny.

Do you believe Jean de Lu Fontaine’s quote?

K is for Kiss

KHow I used to long for your kiss. Your soft lips knew how to speak to my body. Your kiss ignited my soul and set my heart ablaze. kissWe fell in love, though we knew we shouldn’t. All the hours and days and nights spent together turned the heat up on our love, especially those nights in front of the fireplace, the sultry sounds of Motown playing in the background and our love smoldering in the hot embers of our passion.

We knew this couldn’t last, but we were in too deep. The more time we spent together, the harder it got to be apart. We were hooked. And it was so amazing. It scared the shit out of both of us because no way could this last. It was too good to be true.

 

pencil sketch: You're the Best by Naleme

“You’re the Best” by Naleme (c2012-2014)

You used to joke when we’d be out somewhere that people could see us together and know immediately that we weren’t married because we were so happy! That was probably a true statement. We were, after all, living a fantasy. But God, it was an incredible whirlwind. 

 

And then reality hit. Like an unanticipated tornado. I’ll never forget that night. You paged me, I pulled over to use a pay phone on the side of a downtown street. It was misting rain but I didn’t care. I dialed and you picked up the phone. I think you started the conversation with “I’m sorry” and I knew. I felt a pit in my stomach. My hands were shaking. And as if on cue, the rain started to pound harder, just like my heart.

“Why?”

You said you had tried, but when you told them you were leaving your kids cried and begged you to stay. And you said you owed it to them to stay. You had to at least try to make your marriage work.

“So this is it?” I asked.

“Yes.”

I started to cry. I could hear the anguish in your voice. I know you heard the devastation in mine. The rain poured on me and I don’t know which was coming down harder, it or my tears. Alone in the Rain gif (http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t350/anthonymuthu2008/AloneinteRain.gif) I stood at the phone booth, crying into the phone, while raindrops splattered down around me, just like my world at that moment. I heard you softly say, “I’m sorry” and then you gently placed the phone down on the receiver. I stood there holding the phone to my ear, the rain washing the salty tears from my face, listening to pellets of water pinging off the metal booth and the stinging sound of the dial tone as the finality sunk in. It was almost cinematic, that scene.

I heard you broke your sobriety after that night. And for that I’m so very sorry. I’m sorry for all of it. What a horrible path we chose to walk together, the whole torrid affair. Five lives crushed. I pray for forgiveness in one breath and yet in another I’m remembering that first time. I know it’s you who calls me and hangs up sometimes. I can tell by how gently the phone hangs up. It’s okay. I think of you too. Maybe in another life.

A few legitimate relationships later and I’ve found that I’m much happier alone. I decided I actually hate being in love. Love fucks with my head too much. And that messes with my peace of mind. And that is something I simply can’t tolerate anymore. No way. Peace and freedom – they’re everything to me now.

Although I miss your amazing kiss, the ones I get now are of a whole other kind…and they’re ones that keep me sane. These kisses are way better for me. My heart has never been more full. I guess God forgave me after all.  

dog giving a kiss

-A kiss from Cleo  (me & Cleo 2013)

Copyright © 2014 Michele Truhlik. All Rights Reserved.