The Heart Wants What The Heart Wants

Blog 1024 – 06.15.2018

The Heart Wants What The Heart Wants

I love pretty girls and pretty women. No spit, Sherlock. What was your first clue? Well probably the way my baby’s heart beat fast at my pretty mama’s smile, and at the pretty nurses and all the pretty girls and women like lovely flowers that have lined my pathway all throughout my life. I have my twenty foot travel trailer, my little home on wheels for most of the year, filled with lovely calendars and pictures of the lovely Miss Marilyn Monroe. She has always been there for me, and Shirley Temple, my several wives and girl friends and quite literally a heavenly host of starlets past and present who occupy honored places in my heart and mind.

If your tastes no matter you designation tend to handsome men, I say good for you – the heart wants what the heart wants. What does that even mean? Well, probably several things really. It could mean we are free to choose, or that we don’t really have any choice at all, or more likely both at the same time. I do not ever consciously remember deciding to like girls and women. As Jessica Rabbit says in Who Framed Roger Rabbit, “I’m not bad, just drawn that way.” A great line as she is a very voluptuous cartoon torch singer. And as Betty Boop says of Jessica’s landing the funny cartoon character, Roger Rabbit, “She’s such a lucky girl.”

I submit to you that we are all lucky who know what we truly like and what we truly want. I have said and often both in this blog and out that the most difficult and important thing in this life is just figuring out what we really want and asking plainly, specifically, and consistently for it. That my friends is how we draw to us and get what we want in life. Not, contrary to what so many would tell us, by hard work, skrimping and saving, or wishin’ and a hopin’, scheming and a prayin’, as the song says.

Simply figure out what you really want and ask for it believing and to show the Universe that you know it’s coming, a baby step or two toward it, and boom, “We have a special delivery from the Universe for you-know-who.” That’s right, Baby, everything’s coming up roses, just like those flower and pretty girl strewn pathways. Ain’t life grand. Or as that funny Russian comedian of several years past used to say, “I love his country.” Every one I’ve ever been in, even South Vietnam, lots of pretty French/Chinese looking dolls there. Pretty flowers everywhere.

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What The Heart Wants

Your friend and fellow traveler,

Lover of pretty flowers,

David White

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