I know what I want, and I'll have it by the end of the year. This time what I want doesn't come with software, warrantees, batteries, cords or monthly bills. She's alive, she's out there, and so am I.
one of my oldest and bestest childhood friends was dating this guy a few years back and she was feeling stuck in the relationship, it wasnt going where she wanted it to go and when shed ask him if they were alright hed say yes sure which left her puzzled. so she did the unthinkable one night. she read his journal. this is always a huge mistake yanno? aside from being a relationship trust instant killer its often more truth than one can handle and what she read was that he had been making a list of what he wanted in a relationship and she was nothing like the person hed been conjuring up on his list. he wanted someone who was an avid rock climber and adventurer, someone with a big degree from an ivy, someone he could have children with and my friend was nothing like this. she broke up with im and shortly afterward he met someone who had all of these things and he married her. im always amazed at this knowing what you want and getting it right thing. ive always led more by heart than by head when it comes to this kind of thing which explains a lot. lol. im thinking that youre sounding like you really have a plan for the future and that it includes ms right and ive got the candles lit and the good thoughts blowing southward for you. first we put it (it being whatever you want) out there to the universe and if the winds are right it comes our way.
-- Edited by Psych Lit at 23:49, 2009-02-15
Owl: Question I guess is, is what we think we "want" what we most "need?" BD: I think I decided to stop wondering, and just find out again. For real. I gave my 29th through 43rd years to one woman and two jobs. I never really owned my thirties, I was too busy. If I don't make a move my forties will escape me too.
Owl with a real nice choice: Drift within a thread, sorta, I have long adored this song and performance (although the guitar sounds slightly different on my CD, so it may be a different performance recording, but it's still Karla Bonoff) -- So I'll slip on my DJ hat, and be "sendin' this out to you, BD" Feel free to apply gender change at will -- I know I have in the past)
Love it. It's so uncomplicated. If life were only a song though. We could go right from that beautiful number through Marilyn Mansons "You Spin Me Right Round" to Billy Idols "White Wedding" right back to Ani Defranco singing F*ck You and finish it off with another spin of the Bonoff tune. How's that for a playlist. We all know the one, I'm pretty sure.
Question I guess is, is what we think we "want" what we most "need?"
Drift within a thread, sorta, I have long adored this song and performance (although the guitar sounds slightly different on my CD, so it may be a different performance recording, but it's still Karla Bonoff) -- So I'll slip on my DJ hat, and be "sendin' this out to you, BD" Feel free to apply gender change at will -- I know I have in the past)
Oh, love to some is like a cloud To some as strong as steel For some a way of living For some a way to feel And some say love is holding on And some say letting go And some say love is everything And some say they don't know
i like this. it well describes the conflictual nature of love. sigh ---------------------- You can't make it stay; you may only hope it stays with you, because really, it's not something anyone else may give you, but rather something you must give yourself, in perhaps the most daring, and daunting leap of faith you may ever take.
Love may cause and men women to swoon, but is not for the faint of heart.
Succinctly and summarily, I guess I'd have to say love is unorganized religion.
all of these feel true and yet the elusive aspect of love sneaks up on occasion. mebbe its me, mebbe its everyone. i dunno. what i do know is that love at 20 does not feel like love at 30 or 40 or 50.
Yeah?? See, it always has, for me. But then, you're in a relationship right now, and I'm not, so that may say something.
I know what I want, and I'll have it by the end of the year. This time what I want doesn't come with software, warrantees, batteries, cords or monthly bills. She's alive, she's out there, and so am I.
one of my oldest and bestest childhood friends was dating this guy a few years back and she was feeling stuck in the relationship, it wasnt going where she wanted it to go and when shed ask him if they were alright hed say yes sure which left her puzzled. so she did the unthinkable one night. she read his journal. this is always a huge mistake yanno? aside from being a relationship trust instant killer its often more truth than one can handle and what she read was that he had been making a list of what he wanted in a relationship and she was nothing like the person hed been conjuring up on his list. he wanted someone who was an avid rock climber and adventurer, someone with a big degree from an ivy, someone he could have children with and my friend was nothing like this. she broke up with im and shortly afterward he met someone who had all of these things and he married her. im always amazed at this knowing what you want and getting it right thing. ive always led more by heart than by head when it comes to this kind of thing which explains a lot. lol. im thinking that youre sounding like you really have a plan for the future and that it includes ms right and ive got the candles lit and the good thoughts blowing southward for you. first we put it (it being whatever you want) out there to the universe and if the winds are right it comes our way.
-- Edited by Psych Lit at 23:49, 2009-02-15
Question I guess is, is what we think we "want" what we most "need?"
Drift within a thread, sorta, I have long adored this song and performance (although the guitar sounds slightly different on my CD, so it may be a different performance recording, but it's still Karla Bonoff) -- So I'll slip on my DJ hat, and be "sendin' this out to you, BD" Feel free to apply gender change at will -- I know I have in the past)
Oh, love to some is like a cloud To some as strong as steel For some a way of living For some a way to feel And some say love is holding on And some say letting go And some say love is everything And some say they don't know
i like this. it well describes the conflictual nature of love. sigh ---------------------- You can't make it stay; you may only hope it stays with you, because really, it's not something anyone else may give you, but rather something you must give yourself, in perhaps the most daring, and daunting leap of faith you may ever take.
Love may cause and men women to swoon, but is not for the faint of heart.
Succinctly and summarily, I guess I'd have to say love is unorganized religion.
all of these feel true and yet the elusive aspect of love sneaks up on occasion. mebbe its me, mebbe its everyone. i dunno. what i do know is that love at 20 does not feel like love at 30 or 40 or 50. our experiences change us perhaps? but is it for the better or for the worse? at 20 we may throw whole selves in feet first but later in life bruised from being hit by too many thrown life preservers we may stick a toe in and have an exit strategy. "i never go anywhere i can't leave." is the phrase that sticks in the head. but if youve already planned the exit can what comes before stand a chance of success? at first glance the answer is no but remembering those hormonal drama fests of the 20s one might say that they also didnt stand a chance of success. im prolly overthinking this.
if we are picking songs that speak to us of love...this one is mine:
having just returned from the airport a short while ago mine would be:
..."Over and over and over again The world only spins one way The past is a distant flicker by now And a lesson for another day
Now, my sad little boat floats on out to sea And you're almost out of sight I'll remember you Please don't forget me I whisper with all my might
All I can do is turn now to you Holding my hand to my heart All that I know is I'm watching us grow ... All I can do is turn back to you And wave with one hand on my heart All that I know is it's so hard to go ..." mary chapin carpenter
I know what I want, and I'll have it by the end of the year. This time what I want doesn't come with software, warrantees, batteries, cords or monthly bills. She's alive, she's out there, and so am I.
one of my oldest and bestest childhood friends was dating this guy a few years back and she was feeling stuck in the relationship, it wasnt going where she wanted it to go and when shed ask him if they were alright hed say yes sure which left her puzzled. so she did the unthinkable one night. she read his journal. this is always a huge mistake yanno? aside from being a relationship trust instant killer its often more truth than one can handle and what she read was that he had been making a list of what he wanted in a relationship and she was nothing like the person hed been conjuring up on his list. he wanted someone who was an avid rock climber and adventurer, someone with a big degree from an ivy, someone he could have children with and my friend was nothing like this. she broke up with im and shortly afterward he met someone who had all of these things and he married her. im always amazed at this knowing what you want and getting it right thing. ive always led more by heart than by head when it comes to this kind of thing which explains a lot. lol. im thinking that youre sounding like you really have a plan for the future and that it includes ms right and ive got the candles lit and the good thoughts blowing southward for you. first we put it (it being whatever you want) out there to the universe and if the winds are right it comes our way.
if we are picking songs that speak to us of love...this one is mine:
you're my home billy joel
When you look into my eyes And you see the crazy gypsy in my soul It always comes as a surprise When I feel my withered roots begin to grow Well I never had a place that I could call my very own That's all right, my love, 'cause you're my home
When you touch my weary head And you tell me everything will be all right You say, "Use my body for your bed And my love will keep you warm throughout the night" Well I'll never be a stranger and I'll never be alone Wherever we're together, that's my home
Home can be the Pennsylvania Turnpike Indiana's early morning dew High up in the hills of California Home is just another word for you
Well I never had a place that I could call my very own That's all right, my love, 'cause you're my home
If I travel all my life And I never get to stop and settle down Long as I have you by my side There's a roof above and good walls all around You're my castle, you're my cabin and my instant pleasure dome I need you in my house 'cause you're my home. You're my home.
---------------------- Someone (rightly, I think) observed that love is a verb
Who can really put their finger on it, when it's so many (often conflicting) things?
It's at once a safe place to fall and source of strength for rising above and out of one's comfort level, to achieve greater things.
It's both holding on and letting go.
It's peace and excitement -- a venue for uncensored words and a place where no words are spoken.
It's a memory, an anticipation, a RIGHT NOW experience. It's a look, a song, a hope, a promise.
Love warms popsicle toes at night, and puts dirty socks in the hamper without comment or thought.
Love is having the back of the person who has yours.
Love is willing, needing, to return, day after day, because that's where you belong.
You can't make it stay; you may only hope it stays with you, because really, it's not something anyone else may give you, but rather something you must give yourself, in perhaps the most daring, and daunting leap of faith you may ever take.
Love may cause and men women to swoon, but is not for the faint of heart.
Succinctly and summarily, I guess I'd have to say love is unorganized religion.
-- Edited by Nightowlhoot3 at 08:06, 2009-02-15
wow, NO...your post blew me away....very very nice!
"I did not fall into love I rose into love." (attributed to both Edward Bulwer-Lytton and Kahil (sp?) Gibran -- although the Gibran quote I'd heard was "I did not fall in love I rose in love" which I prefer.)
I think there's a glimpse of it in this old John Denver tune, "Perhaps Love":
Perhaps love is like a resting place A shelter from the storm It exists to give you comfort It is there to keep you warm And in those times of trouble When you are most alone The memory of love will bring you home
Perhaps love is like a window Perhaps an open door It invites you to come closer It wants to show you more And even if you lose yourself And don't know what to do The memory of love will see you through
Oh, love to some is like a cloud To some as strong as steel For some a way of living For some a way to feel And some say love is holding on And some say letting go And some say love is everything And some say they don't know
Perhaps love is like the ocean Full of conflict, full of pain Like a fire when it's cold outside Or thunder when it rains If I should live forever And all my dreams come true My memories of love will be of you
---------------------- Someone (rightly, I think) observed that love is a verb
Who can really put their finger on it, when it's so many (often conflicting) things?
It's at once a safe place to fall and source of strength for rising above and out of one's comfort level, to achieve greater things.
It's both holding on and letting go.
It's peace and excitement -- a venue for uncensored words and a place where no words are spoken.
It's a memory, an anticipation, a RIGHT NOW experience. It's a look, a song, a hope, a promise.
Love warms popsicle toes at night, and puts dirty socks in the hamper without comment or thought.
Love is having the back of the person who has yours.
Love is willing, needing, to return, day after day, because that's where you belong.
You can't make it stay; you may only hope it stays with you, because really, it's not something anyone else may give you, but rather something you must give yourself, in perhaps the most daring, and daunting leap of faith you may ever take.
Love may cause and men women to swoon, but is not for the faint of heart.
Succinctly and summarily, I guess I'd have to say love is unorganized religion.
Love is patience and heat and never letting either get in the way of the other. Because, when balanced, the combination morphs into a long lasting grown up relationship.
As to the question by the poets, we don't make love stay, we can't,it makes us stay, or not.
i agree with this.....
i would also add: acceptance, and being comfortable and yet still passionate. as far as never letting either get in the way of the other...i agree with this except i would add, while still taking the other's thoughts and feelings into consideration. example: i was asked if i would be mad or anything if my girl made plans with her best friend yesterday..(saturday).....and she also said, i wont go if you dont want me to. while i did feel a pang in my stomach (yes, it was jealousy), i immediately said, no. go. have fun and i'll see you sunday....i was rewarded with you are awesome. i'll make it up to you on friday....and sunday. in the end she didn't go because her friend made other plans...but both of us took the other into consideration...that means a lot to me...the other's thoughts, feelings, and needs. love, for me, brings out a little bit of jealousy....jealousy, imo, gets a bad rap. to me, jealousy in and of itself is not bad....if it is not overboard and depending on what the person does with it. for me, when i feel that little twinge of jealousy, it says to me, this is something i really want, value, and dont want to be without. it doesn't mean i react in a bad way or will stop her from doing something she wants to do....if one doesn't ever feel that, to me, it means that one doesn't feel they have something worth loosing. love also means trust and commitment and the ability to work thru the speed bumps of life and know its not the end of the world.
i completely agee with this last sentence...we cant make love stay....it makes us stay....
and i hope that everyone had a day full of love. we had a quiet day and a quiet night, working on my project, a long hike, dinner at home and a movie. an ok day.
out id upload a chocolate heart for all but i need to figger out a new photo thing.
so back to love. turn on the tv and its all about love. same with the radio, movies and general conversation among people.
love owns us with either irs presence or its absence. not all of course but most of us
love is what we all apparently seek and the cycle seems to be we seek we angst over it all, and there is a whole catalogue of movies music and tv dedicated to this part of the cycle then we move on to the "we are in love" stage and ditto the coverage on this but the big bucks go to the last stage, the break up songs, movies and tv shows.
"Elusive as dreams Barely remembered in the morning Love like a phantom flies But held in the heart It pales like the empty smile adorning A statue with sightless eyes." dan fogelberg
so people. how has love changed for you over the years?
last night at the concert two baby drama dykes in row 1. holding hangs on song one and baby dyke 2 fleeing up the aisle in tears by song 5.
other baby dykes all around wearing superwoman capes, sharing long passionate kisses, flirting, god there were hormones in the air i swear to you.
So,Is love that rumble in the pit of the belly, that sweet discomfort that makes all around us fly and sparkle and then..er crashes and burns? Is it the sustained eveness of met expectations, finished sentences, leaving the bathroom door open intimacy or the more mature love that has lost its sharp edges and its highs and lows but finds its level by heart?
So wise people, as the poets ask
What is love?
to you
and
How do we make it stay?
Love is patience and heat and never letting either get in the way of the other. Because, when balanced, the combination morphs into a long lasting grown up relationship. I shared my Valentines with Lily Tomlin, and she with me. And a bunch of others. Pics on lwet, wrong folder, right board. It's late, whaddya want ;)
I know what I want, and I'll have it by the end of the year. This time what I want doesn't come with software, warrantees, batteries, cords or monthly bills. She's alive, she's out there, and so am I. As to the question by the poets, we don't make love stay, we can't,it makes us stay, or not.
and i hope that everyone had a day full of love. we had a quiet day and a quiet night, working on my project, a long hike, dinner at home and a movie. an ok day.
out id upload a chocolate heart for all but i need to figger out a new photo thing.
so back to love. turn on the tv and its all about love. same with the radio, movies and general conversation among people.
love owns us with either irs presence or its absence. not all of course but most of us
love is what we all apparently seek and the cycle seems to be we seek we angst over it all, and there is a whole catalogue of movies music and tv dedicated to this part of the cycle then we move on to the "we are in love" stage and ditto the coverage on this but the big bucks go to the last stage, the break up songs, movies and tv shows.
"Elusive as dreams Barely remembered in the morning Love like a phantom flies But held in the heart It pales like the empty smile adorning A statue with sightless eyes." dan fogelberg
so people. how has love changed for you over the years?
last night at the concert two baby drama dykes in row 1. holding hangs on song one and baby dyke 2 fleeing up the aisle in tears by song 5.
other baby dykes all around wearing superwoman capes, sharing long passionate kisses, flirting, god there were hormones in the air i swear to you.
So,Is love that rumble in the pit of the belly, that sweet discomfort that makes all around us fly and sparkle and then..er crashes and burns? Is it the sustained eveness of met expectations, finished sentences, leaving the bathroom door open intimacy or the more mature love that has lost its sharp edges and its highs and lows but finds its level by heart?
Feel free to apply gender change at will -- I know I have in the past) 
