The Beloved, the Underloved, and the Love Not Known.


You will have to forgive me, my dear readers, as I have been waxing romanticism as of late. I don't know what it is, I just feel all gushy inside. A very rare treat for everyone else. There may be a bit of poetry along the way as I wax and wane about former loves, present loves, and loves that have yet to be.
  As to former loves, I have befriended most. Unusual for most women as they readily toss aside their latest flame for someone that promises something better. We have far more choices than we have had in the past and this makes the whole process of love a little tricky to wander. But it does not have to be a path riddled with thorns and burs. We don't have to tear our pantyhose or break the heels off our shoes just to find the one. It is a matter of watching and reading body language, action, motive, and their spoken word. 
  I have learned that some men spit nails from their mouth. Their demeanor is very pleasant at the beginning and as you learn and listen, you realize that there is very little love left in their heart. To be with someone who is so jaded to things, ideas, and people is depressing to be near. It is one thing to be of the frame of mind to not believe in something but to be condescending and wear your anger on your sleeve is poisonous, to yourself. I don't have time for poisonous relationships and neither do you. 
  At this moment, I am enjoying my time without any lovers. It has allowed the greatest gift I could give to myself, me. I have learned to become my own first love and I expound upon this idea to single women. Your relationship with yourself must be solid and grounded. Without a solid foundation, your future loves to be will not stick around once they realize you are surrounded by quicksand and carcasses. You will receive every bit of energy you place in the universe. Make sure it is love that you project. 
  When you project love, your future love will hearken to the signal like a thirsty soldier in the desert. He will not stop thinking about you, nor you of him once he makes himself known. Don't forget to listen and learn. Relish in his tales and learn his stories. Every one has their story and the point of meeting is to enhance the each other's story; not replace anything, not entwine into and lose your sense of self, but to be together. Mind you, life is not about kittens, rainbows, and butterflies, but about how well you weather the storm and dance in the rain. 
  My future love is out there, waiting. I may know him already or not. Do yourself a favor, don't just sit, wait, and wish. Have fun while you are sending out your love. Your love being the best you that you can be for your future love awaits. 

I see you and you see me
As we gaze upon each other tentatively

You make a joke and I roll my eyes
The fact that we can laugh together is no surprise

Looking into your eyes is like looking into your soul
There is the future that I see and behold.

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