It is love

I'm sitting here on a wonderfully snowy day at the little shop on the corner looking out at quilt of white all over the world. Piping through the speakers right now is the song Sunday Kind Of Love. There are 100's of love songs out there. In fact just about all lyrics ever written are about some sort of love. First love, lost love, heartbreak love, passionate love, simple love, God's love, friendship love, mistreated love etc etc. It begs the question why are we as humans so caught up on the idea of love? I cannot answer that right now, my mind is not educated in that way. But maybe someone knows the answer and I bet it's a good one. But I think that we were created by love to love and so we look for someone to love. Our mate if you will. Often we get it wrong we live in an imperfect world so it is only to be expected that we will not know perfect love.

What is love?Love is a lot of things. But love is just love. It is not a fairy tale, it is not a knight who comes to save his fair maiden from the mouth of a dragon. It just is. It makes me wonder if prehistoric man searched for love or do you think they were much more practicle on the matter, I need wife to service my hormones and cook me food and raise children. I would like to think they knew what love was and as they grew to appreciate their wife's cooking and baby raising etc that they somehow, even if it didn't start out that way, eventually loved in their own way. Maybe I'm just a romantic.

Girls in love have it a bit worse than boys. Boys can do something about it, girls just have to wait for the boy to make his move. And let me tell you waiting is no fun, agonizing is more like it. And what if you mess up? What if you are not good at the whole flirting thing and you miss read signs and you inadvertantly turn them down? What then? Jane Austen in her novels always allowed for mistakes by both the man and the woman. Each of them were allowed to fail miserably but they always were allowed to communicate their feelings and explain themselves in the end. I would like to hope that whoever is out there for me will not expect movie magic when we meet, go out etc. But will expect me to fall on my face (figuratively speaking of course) and will allow me to explain myself.



-- Posted From My iPhone so please excuse the typos!

it is your heart

Have you ever met someone who tells you everything, and tells everyone everything. Not that this person is a Yenta but they want everyone to know about there problems and they want compassion from everyone, more or less falling into a victim mentality. I have a friend who is going through a rough patch. Family life is crazy, work life is possibly worse and friends are getting tired of hearing the same old woes.

We all have a desire to be known, this is going back to my previous blog, but that is why I blog and am addicted to Facebook. However I do feel that there is a time and a place for who should know and when you tell them and how much you tell them. There is a poem by E. E. Cummings, I believe, and the last line reads, I hold your heart, I hold it in my heart. I believe that when someone shares their experiences and thoughts and dreams and woes and hopes and emotions with you, you are entrusted with a part of that person's heart. I feel that we should be careful who we share our thoughts and sorrows and hopes and dreams with. Because forever that person will hold part of our heart and what they do with it can uplift us, or it can destroy us.

Going back to my friend. This person has put their heart out there for everyone to see, everyone knows exactly what mess this person is in. No one wonders everyone knows. And so this person is heart-wrenched all the time. There is never a moment of peace, there is never a moment of strength. I believe that when you leave your heart open you are vulnerable to so much more pain because your protection is gone and everything no matter how small is able to attack you, nothing bounces off, your ability to analyse and think logically about a situation is gone, everything becomes emotional. Everything hurts.

I guess my reason for writing this out is to warn you about putting yourself, your heart, your soul, out into the world without discernment, with out caution, without protection. For once your heart is gone it is almost impossible to ever get it back.