Yes kiddies
I also help people meet each other behind fences. I am just that type of romantic gal. So if you’ve ever thought to write someone in prison here he is.
His name is Bobby Obey
He is 29, Native American.
This is his shout out
“Hey people, I am looking for a pen pal to get to know. Women only, for a possible relationship…”
What to know more respond to this post and I will let you know
His mailing address is
Bobby Obey
P.O Box 60
Mission, BC, Canada
V2V 4L8
:)
What is love?
You tell me…
Is it romance. Roses, candles, bear-skin rugs.
Or family, friends? Charity?
I think we can assume it has many petals and flows from the same source.
A life without love is obvious to a romantic, lifeless.
In the practical/health sense there are other forms of love; a distanced love with boundaries that allow for healing or personal space.
There is the scales of self love from self care all the way to narcissism.
Vanity smurf
There is lack of ability to self love that is like a pattern that is passed on. I compare this to addictions and dependences (to anything). Sometimes not knowing how to know ones self or what one needs can lead to this.
Fear can make us not reach out for help and support and keep us in these cycles.
Love can set us free of these. Sometimes it takes a lifetime…
The melodies that flow throw ones life leave an impact. Sometimes the melody of a soul can allow your own song to come clear.
Why am I pondering this?
Perhaps its because most discussions people have secretly surround this deep mystery; Where is the love? Am I getting enough? What is love? Who is love? Am I loved? It is a big subject in the undertow of everyone’s lives whether they think consciously of it or not.