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stop for a moment

They were both avid wrters, eager novelists and essayists and LJ posters. If you put the years of both their lives end-to-end, I don't think you'd even be able to count up to the number 40. Lymphoma took one, complications of PTSD the other. They were in touch with each other back then. And they are now. And all of us.

*Allison left us this from 2004, she had just been shopping for clothes:

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None of us needs to be fixed. None of us needs this outer shell to 'fit' in a size whatever. None of us needs to do anything but understand that we're utterly perfect the way we are, dynamic and moving forward and evolving and beautiful.

I have always wanted to live my life in a way that I could be proud of, in a way that meant something, in a way that left the world a little more beautiful than when I came in. Because I believe we're all connected and that the universe is one, I think I'm doing that by loving and accepting myself, not because of how I look ... but by being the kind of person that I look up to, the kind of person I would want as a friend.

I'm getting there, but I'm also enjoying the ride along the way, cancer and all. Isn't THAT the point, after all? Isn't the point to enjoy the journey? Isn't the point to enjoy where you're at in the road, and who you are? Why the hell do we want to waste all our precious moments beating ourselves up and berating ourselves and hating what and who we are?

Stop for a moment, and give yourself a hug. Tell yourself how beautiful you are, and how great you are at something you really love. Even if it's something that you perceive as small.

And, then, give your neighbor one, as well. Know that you are beautiful, and wonderful.

Because you are, you know.



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I've always loved the name "Allison", it's not new to me at all. It comes down to us from the Middle English 'Allisoun', expanding to "all is One" ... which is the basic, loving message here .... this is not her real, mortal name. Both our writers loved fantasy stuff. As do I. On the other hand, her words are totally real. And timeless.

Blessings Be to you all. Please don't forget your hug....


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