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Sunday, February 15, 2009

Singleton's Awareness Day

aka Valentine's Day. Sigh.

Every year I dread this day, whether I'm head over heals or putting the SIN in single. Of course, like every lady, I'd like to be treated and showered with love, but unfortunately can never plan for this special occasion because it falls smack-bang in the middle of harvest.

With all the romance in the air (and the Bride-to-Be's never-ending planning for the Wedding of the Year), I've been a little more taken with Love, and have been searching through others' loveletters, poems, etc, sourcing some ideas for the Bride-to-Be.


Here's what I love...

"When you love someone, you do not love them all the time in exactly the same way, from moment to moment. It is an impossibility, it is even a lie to pretend to. And yet this is exactly what most of us demand. We have so little faith in the ebb and flow of life, of love, of relationships. We leap at the flow of the tide and resist in terror its ebb. We are afraid it will never return. We insist on permanency, on duration, on continuity; when the only continuity possible in life as in love, is in growth, in fluidity, in freedom. In the sense that the dancers are free, barely touching as they pass, but partners in the same pattern. The only real security is not in owning or possessing, not in demanding or expecting, not in hoping, even. Security in a relationship lies neither in looking back to what it was in nostalgia, nor forward to what it might be in dread or anticipation, but living in the present relationship and accepting as it is now. For relationships, too, must be like islands, one must accept them for what they are here and now, within their limits - islands, surrounded and interrupted by the sea, and continually visited and abandoned by the tides. One must accept the security of the winged life, of the ebb and flow of intermittency. "

"A Gift from the Sea" by Anne Morrow Lindberg

"Loving involves commitment. We are not automatic lovers of self, others, world, or God. Love does not just happen. We are not love machines, puppets on the strings of a deity called "love". Love is a choice -- not simply, or necessarily, a rational choice, but rather a willingness to be present to others without pretence or guile. Love is a conversion to humanity -- a willingness to participate with others in the healing of a broken world and broken lives. Love is the choice to experience life as a member of the human family, a partner in the dance of life, rather than as an alien in the world or as a deity above the world, aloof and apart from human flesh."
"Cries of the Spirit" by Carter Heyward

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