Being A Lover Sometimes Means Accepting Somebody Elses Attached Strings

To me “unconditional love” is a divine way to love and a wonderful one. To me, “being a lover” is different. Being a “lover” pretty much necessitates a response. Somebody who will lay their head on your chest and actually listen to the beat of your heart, or hold your hand and feel your pulse or look into your eyes and read their own reflection in the eyes looking back at them….thats being a lover, not just a way to love. Just IMHO.

More notes on love. You know, I do have expectations of love. I expect people who say they love me and want the best for me, to not intentionally exclude me, or to not treat me cruelly or not manipulate me. I expect people who claim to love me and claim to want the best for me to share with me the loving respect they share with the upmost important people in their lives. I know people fall short of this, me too. I have expectations and regrets, and that to me is what life, truth and freedom is all about. Loving Freely sometimes comes with Strings. Sometimes Strings are what hold things together, when Love doesnt seem to be there.

“Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.” {Mark Twain}

Sweet fresh fragrance of Forgiveness.

Sweetness.

It seems mere humans, like me, have difficulty forgiving “being crushed”…but I believe with all of my heart that when we forgive a person or situation, it is not us, but God who actually does the forgiving… for and through us. the fragrance of God on the situation, I love it.

There have been many times there is something so big and insane there is no way I… can handle it much less allow it & I cannot let go & I cant do it by myself, I just cant! Then somehow through meditation/prayer/grace.. I feel that Jesus/God is looking at the situation, saying “Here, give it to me, I will do it for you. Didnt you read about what happened to me and how I handled things? – on the cross I prayed and asked my Father “Father Forgive them,..”… It may just be me, but that is when I relax a little and start feeling His “groove” not mine.

Peace
Keren

This is love: to fly toward a secret sky

I dreamed there was a back-up of cars on the entry lane infront of me, I wanted to just get in line, but this is when my car took control and began to fly...

From Rumi: This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet.
JalaAd-in Rumi (for those who dont know, 12th Century Muslim - a Sufi mystic