02-02-11 Love. Sometimes it is something that just stands right up and wallops you in the face, other times it is as annoying as the tick, tick, ticking of a clock. Either way, it is always inconvenient and happens at either the most opportune time ~or~ inopportune time. Everyone who has ever truly been in love knows this to be so. Ask them; their stories usually start out the same way: “I wasn’t really looking for anything and then it just happened,” or, "I had decided that love wasn’t going to find me so I convinced myself that this would never happen, and then it did.” I want there to be an understanding; even though you are married, that doesn’t mean that you are in love. Even though you have had several children with a mate, that doesn’t mean you are in love.
Love is an absolute openness between two people. It is when you both occupy the same space and it is not even a bit crowded. Love allows you to be yourself without reserve. Love is a feeling of completeness and wholeness. When I was young, I would have thought what I am saying right now is a bunch of self-righteous crap, but being who I am now, I know this to be true. You see, I am in love. I love my husband more and more each day. Although our moods may determine what type of day we will have, my love for him is still as strong as it was before, even more. We have this connection that I have never experienced before. It is on a basic level, but is a level that I guess I needed in my partner. George is strong. He is highly intelligent to a fault. He is caring and he loves me. He loves me. Who I am. All of my flaws and imperfections (there aren’t many). He strives to be better, has conviction and questions life. He is spiritual (although most would never see this part of him) and he loves his friends. This is not my dating game. This is my husband.
When I got married, I took a vow. I believe in that sacred vow. I did not marry so I would be married. I did not get married because that was the proper thing to do. I don’t think I have done a proper thing in my life; why on earth would a start now. I did not marry George for his money. (although sometimes I question my morals: “Hey you brain, again explain to me why I didn’t marry for money”...oh yeah I feel in love...grrrr....stupid love) Ever since I was small, anytime I would go into a church, I would feel a presence. Perhaps it is the collective belief of the congregation; or perhaps it is the peaceful feeling I get every time I go. Nevertheless, I feel that there is a force that is held inside those walls, one without judgement, and it is the place that I can truly reveal myself and be truthful. With that in mind, in July of 2004, I walked down an aisle and I made a vow to George, in a place that I know that I can be truthful, and I meant every word. How many people can say that?
I have watched so called “perfect couples” disintegrate into nothing. At least that is how I believed the couple to be `perfect.’ We are all so envious of everyone else around us we fail to realize that we are envied as well. We all have these vivid imaginations that build up these stories around these “perfect couples” that when they fall, we are shocked and dismayed. If you listen to them, hear their stories, you will understand that their bond was not made of a partnership. It really does take two to have and build a relationship. For example: If you have a husband that is so focused on his career that he fails to realize that his wife is lacking the attention that she so desperately needs, please sir, do not be surprised and angry when she seeks refuge with another man. Trust me. He is giving her what she needs. Or, a couple who have been married for years who still have separate bank accounts to pay the bills; you guys have major trust issues. "For Richer or for Poorer."
I love the saying jumping in with both feet. I think that that is the way that you should treat your relationships. What in God’s name do you have to lose? As long as you are true to yourself, you will have very minimal regrets. Love is out there for everyone. You have to be willing to receive it.
And As Always...
Happy Does It!
Love is an absolute openness between two people. It is when you both occupy the same space and it is not even a bit crowded. Love allows you to be yourself without reserve. Love is a feeling of completeness and wholeness. When I was young, I would have thought what I am saying right now is a bunch of self-righteous crap, but being who I am now, I know this to be true. You see, I am in love. I love my husband more and more each day. Although our moods may determine what type of day we will have, my love for him is still as strong as it was before, even more. We have this connection that I have never experienced before. It is on a basic level, but is a level that I guess I needed in my partner. George is strong. He is highly intelligent to a fault. He is caring and he loves me. He loves me. Who I am. All of my flaws and imperfections (there aren’t many). He strives to be better, has conviction and questions life. He is spiritual (although most would never see this part of him) and he loves his friends. This is not my dating game. This is my husband.
When I got married, I took a vow. I believe in that sacred vow. I did not marry so I would be married. I did not get married because that was the proper thing to do. I don’t think I have done a proper thing in my life; why on earth would a start now. I did not marry George for his money. (although sometimes I question my morals: “Hey you brain, again explain to me why I didn’t marry for money”...oh yeah I feel in love...grrrr....stupid love) Ever since I was small, anytime I would go into a church, I would feel a presence. Perhaps it is the collective belief of the congregation; or perhaps it is the peaceful feeling I get every time I go. Nevertheless, I feel that there is a force that is held inside those walls, one without judgement, and it is the place that I can truly reveal myself and be truthful. With that in mind, in July of 2004, I walked down an aisle and I made a vow to George, in a place that I know that I can be truthful, and I meant every word. How many people can say that?
I have watched so called “perfect couples” disintegrate into nothing. At least that is how I believed the couple to be `perfect.’ We are all so envious of everyone else around us we fail to realize that we are envied as well. We all have these vivid imaginations that build up these stories around these “perfect couples” that when they fall, we are shocked and dismayed. If you listen to them, hear their stories, you will understand that their bond was not made of a partnership. It really does take two to have and build a relationship. For example: If you have a husband that is so focused on his career that he fails to realize that his wife is lacking the attention that she so desperately needs, please sir, do not be surprised and angry when she seeks refuge with another man. Trust me. He is giving her what she needs. Or, a couple who have been married for years who still have separate bank accounts to pay the bills; you guys have major trust issues. "For Richer or for Poorer."
I love the saying jumping in with both feet. I think that that is the way that you should treat your relationships. What in God’s name do you have to lose? As long as you are true to yourself, you will have very minimal regrets. Love is out there for everyone. You have to be willing to receive it.
And As Always...
Happy Does It!
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