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Post by Senbecc on Oct 29, 2006 10:03:55 GMT -5
Lets speak of the love that comes between strangers. Love at first site, love that lasts forever?...Can't true love forgive anything with time?...Or is love something far less? Is it just a chemical reaction that fades and simply destroys friendships? I have come to develop a serious disdain for love, but maybe its just me.
In my entire life I have been in love twice, and the latest with a woman on the net was stronger than what I had with a woman I had met. But I killed it. Every precious thing I lay my hands on dies, love at first site and its gone, and I just don't think I can ever forgive myself, my pain is without mercy...Just once I want something real, just once I want to know love.
Why must someone always pay for someone else's happiness with pain if love is so damned pure and beautiful? Why would anyone want any part of it at all if it can't ever be true?
I've always been able to put a Druidic spin on such things in the past, but my thoughts drift away before I can pin them down with words...So much doubt in my life right now and this is it's root...It's so dark. I stand in a room full of people and am utterly alone, people try desperately to help me but they can't...
I pose these questions to my family, to my most trusted kinsmen. Is love a truth? Was it ever a truth?...Do we truly live in a time when love can simply die?...Or is it this posed by one who's destiny is to walk the path alone?
"Love, light, and laughter"...Just seems silly to say anymore.
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Post by wren on Oct 29, 2006 12:11:48 GMT -5
I do believe that love is a truth but, that like annuals and perennials, there are different kinds of love that enter our lives. Some are fiery and shortlived, others burn more slowly and last a lifetime. Each is love and each has something to teach us. The lesson is not easily seen when the wound is open and still bleeding however. A bit of time and some distance from the loss can bring the lesson more clearly into focus.
Love, however, is not a thing we own or possess. It comes to us, we cannot seek it out. And, it must be nurtured and tended, an active attention paid to it. Trust, connection, sharing, honesty... these nurture love.
I have said this before, my friend, and I say it here again. Love is and will be yours. Do not turn your back on it. I was thirty before I found my husband. I had endured much pain where love was concerned before that. I know without doubt there is love of the kind you are seeking in your future. Do not offer your sweet heart to someone so as not to be alone. Wait for the one who will cherish it.
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Post by Lady Anastasia on Oct 29, 2006 20:51:19 GMT -5
I don't know if I can give you a definition of love, but, I don't think that it is just some chemical reaction, I don't think that it destroys friendships, I think that it is part of what friendships are...I don't think that I can even respond right now....
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Post by wren on Oct 30, 2006 16:16:47 GMT -5
It's also letting someone go, even when it is the hardest thing you've ever done, while hoping that he will return soon or, better still, change his mind and stay with you.
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Post by Senbecc on Nov 1, 2006 6:21:42 GMT -5
It's also letting someone go, even when it is the hardest thing you've ever done, while hoping that he will return soon or, better still, change his mind and stay with you. I guess runnings just not in me Wren...I am of CELTIC blood, and am going to start acting the part.
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Post by wren on Nov 1, 2006 11:22:46 GMT -5
You are the part, love! A true Druid at heart. No one can ever take that away from you. A warrior poet, you are!
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Post by Senbecc on Nov 1, 2006 14:06:55 GMT -5
You are the part, love! A true Druid at heart. No one can ever take that away from you. A warrior poet, you are! Your quite a lady Wren. As I said on myspace, I am very lucky and very humbled to be so very close to so many.
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Post by stormcat on Nov 2, 2006 3:52:39 GMT -5
Love isn't pretty it's a messy hastily wrapped package. You look at the outside and think I'm not getting involved with this! Then you see the care and thought that went into its wrapping. That's where some people stop. Others look inside, just to get an idea of what's inside. Some think I'll open it alittle more, it doesn't look to bad. Then you open the package, and pull out the love inside. The true beauty can be seen! Sometimes it's a short love that doesn't fit well so you discard it. Other times is so big and enveloping you think you'll be lost in it, never find yourself again. Often it has a flaw that can never be repaired, so you shelve it. Then if you're lucky you get a good fit, warm and comforting. After time you notice little flaws and loose threads, and it starts to look alittle worn. To you it's still the best you've ever seen. If you're really lucky and take care of it, it'll last you until the end of your life. Dirty, torn and buttons missing and all. >^-.-^<
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Post by Senbecc on Nov 2, 2006 9:55:47 GMT -5
Love isn't pretty it's a messy hastily wrapped package. You look at the outside and think I'm not getting involved with this! Then you see the care and thought that went into its wrapping. That's where some people stop. Others look inside, just to get an idea of what's inside. Some think I'll open it alittle more, it doesn't look to bad. Then you open the package, and pull out the love inside. The true beauty can be seen! Sometimes it's a short love that doesn't fit well so you discard it. Other times is so big and enveloping you think you'll be lost in it, never find yourself again. Often it has a flaw that can never be repaired, so you shelve it. Then if you're lucky you get a good fit, warm and comforting. After time you notice little flaws and loose threads, and it starts to look alittle worn. To you it's still the best you've ever seen. If you're really lucky and take care of it, it'll last you until the end of your life. Dirty, torn and buttons missing and all. >^-.-^< This was a really nice response Stormcat, I suppose I just wore my heart on my sleeve. I don't why I did that...I never do that. She and I are working on an understanding now in hopes of saving even just a glimmer of what we had even if just the friendship aspect, and while this makes me happy I do not fool myself, I know (and she knows) that we have a long road ahead of us. I know and understand that "love" is something that won't be on either of our agendas for quite a while. This *thing* that went on between her and myself...I don't know we just got caught up in a flash fire I suppose. Neither of us had ever experienced anything close to it before, or since (not that it's been that long). Everything just went so fast from beginning to end, so many factors to be considered, only now am I coming to realize there just is no bad guy. I guess neither of us know exactly where we are in this, everything just shot by us so fast that we both still struggle to keep up in it, and neither of us know where the future will take us, I just know that if our future (distant or otherwise) is as beautiful as some of our past has been, then it will be well worth all the pain and work endured in the presant...Though again thats getting ahead of where we are right now. I will tell everyone what I've told her. In the past some of the closest relationships I've ever had with others (romantic ones too) on the net and otherwise has had some kind of negative aspect, be it a heated debate, maybe we just didn't like each other at first, but once these things are overcome it can build a powerful result...Which I will admit scares me too, but I have a feeling things are going to clear between us now. Feelings are scary things, you never truly appreciate them until they hurt, then you just want to lay blame, but I don't think thats the way anymore. What ever it is that remains what ever it is, is simply to precious and fragile to destroy. So I will simply live life and let those answers come as they will. I thank everyone who has responded here to help me in this, it was appreciated and needed.
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Post by Marcus on Nov 2, 2006 17:43:58 GMT -5
I am still very young and i only in the last year have i come to even come close to understanding love. I cant explain anything like love in words. It may be shortlived..........or it may be everlasting. But even if it ends in bitterness i would never give any of the good times up for in those times ive never felt so close to bliss.
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Post by stormcat on Nov 3, 2006 18:39:44 GMT -5
You're entirely safe with the "cat". I've helped my son through a couple of breakups. Two were long term, I thought he was losing his mind. He bucked up and now is with a woman I don't approve of, but I'm not dating her! As old as I am I know alittle about pain and betrayal. They were good lesson I needed to learn. If you and your friend can work it out, that'll be great. Maybe it's time to thicken your hide abit. I know it's not easy, but minor things won't nerve you as much. Bright light to you Senbecc, and peace! >^..^<
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Post by Lady Anastasia on Nov 7, 2006 14:47:03 GMT -5
Well, I heard this somewhere the other day, and, it kinda makes sense.... Love is Friendship, On Fire... OK, Done sharing now....
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Post by bran_sinnach on Nov 10, 2006 2:02:12 GMT -5
Those who have come before me have done an excellent job of explaining love, and I could not agree more. Rather than trying to define it once again, I would like to here quote two passages from a story. In this tale a king has attempted to wipe out the local pagans within his forest to display his power and gain glory for himself, and was faced by a Green man sent by the people. He told the greedy king that the blue fruit upon his chest contained the green word, that word that makes all creation possible. The king stole the fruit, and the second that grew after that, before having his men destroy the Green man. Rather than risking his own life, he first has one of the captured pagan women eat a fruit to see if she will die or be harmed. When she does not, he himself eats the second and awaits the knowledge of the word. This is the passage which was his dream, and his attempt at gaining the word. "He went to one of the pools of light that surrounded him, and as he stood in it, the thought swirled in his head like a ghost as round as the fruit itself. It came to him that the word was a single syllable comprised of two entities, one meaning life and one death, that intermingled and intertwined and bled into each other. The knowledge took weight and dropped to his tongue. He tried to speak the green word, but when he opened his mouth, all that came out was the sound of his own name." When he awakens, plants and vines of every size and shape begin growing from him until they consume his entire castle and he himself, the Green man there alive once more amidst it all as nature reclaims stone and steel. Meanwhile, the pagan woman has led the other imprisoned out and into the forest once again with powers granted to her through the eating of the fruit, where she teaches and provides for them, and has her own realization of the green word. "It had never been clear to her why the fruit had been her salvation and gift and at the same time had destroyed King Pious. Now she knew that although the king had the green word, he had no way to understand it, for he had never felt it for anything but himself. 'Love,' she thought, 'so easy for some and for others so impossible.' In the coming years, through the cycle of the seasons, she planted the simple seed of this word in the hearts of all who knew her, and although, after a long life, she eventually passed on, she never died." What is love? It is life and death, beginning and end, a complex dance that is creation and destruction all at once. It is the green word at the heart of life. The only time love becomes false, when it is denied to us, is when we ourselves refuse to give it in equal measure to accepting it, when we reserve it only for ourselves as King Pious did and seek to control it when it is no more ours to command than the stars or the oak or life itself. Do not worry, Senbecc, I know you have the green word within you, and with time that seed shall blossom. But you must not expect it to grow at demand or to flourish from the first sprout, for it answers to the beck and call of no man- even the gods can not control love. Have faith, Senbecc, for you have eaten the fruit and the seed of the green word lies patiently within you, and when the season is right and the conditions perfect, it shall blossom as you would never believe it and you shall understand what it means to truly be a 'green man'.
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