Friday, August 26, 2005
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Relationships... Love... What matters to you?
I stole this from the comment that max made to somebody asking about whether or not she should pursue a difficult relationship: "my ideal for a relationship is someone that challenges me about everything including my faith."
Then there's a bit from Anne of Avonlea, Chapter 19:
>>Gilbert stretched himself out on the ferns beside the Bubble and looked approvingly at Anne. If Gilbert had been asked to describe his ideal woman the description would have answered point for point to Anne, even to those seven tiny freckles whose obnoxious presence still continued to vex her soul. Gilbert was as yet little more than a boy; but a boy has his dreams as have others, and in Gilbert's future there was always a girl with big, limpid gray eyes, and a face as fine and delicate as a flower. He had made up his mind, also, that his future must be worthy of its goddess. Even in quiet Avonlea there were temptations to be met and faced. White Sands youth were a rather "fast" set, and Gilbert was popular wherever he went. But he meant to keep himself worthy of Anne's friendship and perhaps some distant day her love; and he watched over word and thought and deed as jealously as if her clear eyes were to pass in judgment on it. She held over him the unconscious influence that every girl, whose ideals are high and pure, wields over her friends; an influence which would endure as long as she was faithful to those ideals and which she would as certainly lose if she were ever false to them. In Gilbert's eyes Anne's greatest charm was the fact that she never stooped to the petty practices of so many of the Avonlea girls -- the small jealousies, the little deceits and rivalries, the palpable bids for favor. Anne held herself apart from all this, not consciously or of design, but simply because anything of the sort was utterly foreign to her transparent, impulsive nature, crystal clear in its motives and aspirations. <<
I agree wholeheartedly with maxithousand, as I tend to do eventually on such matters, and as a young girl, Anne and Gilbert were to me the ideal and epitome of happiness. What are your thoughts? Your dreams? Your reality? What do you desire in a relationship? What makes relationships work?
Thanks, friends! Happy weekend!!
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nice to "meet" you Emily. I would love to know your ties to the Springs, San Antonio, and mezito when you get a chance. take care.
Tara
"Husbands, love your wives, just as Christ loved the church and gave himself up for her to make her holy, cleansing her by the washing with water through the word, and to present her to himself as a radiant church, without stain or wrinkle or any other blemish, but holy and blameless. In this same way, husbands ought to love their wives as their own bodies. He who loves his wife loves himself. After all, people have never hated their own bodies, but they feed and care for them, just as Christ does the church— for we are members of his body."
I don't know for me this captures it all - loving your mate in the way that Christ loves the church, He loved the church so much that he even gave his life for her. I think that's true.
-Matthew
>>Your thoughts? Plenty of fish in the ocean, you just have to keep fishing--long term, it makes for better stories to tell your eventual family.
>>Your dreams? Pretty girl with brains enough NOT to work fast food who likes me for my work and my ideals and maybe wants to play my games.
>>Your reality? Single, and happy with it. The above is not easy to find, especially here, where image and power count for oh so much more.
>>What do you desire in a relationship? How about stability and conversation? The rest will flow from those things--you can learn to like anyone that doesn't dislike you, given time.
>>What makes relationships work? "When you know that you're wrong, admit it / and if you know that you're right, shut up!"
A little trust is good too, and common ground.
Dear Emily,
You are the second blogger I've come across this morning contemplating relationships. I left this poem on the other blog, and will post it here as well, as an "answer poem" concerning my own particular anemic search for a relationship. I've been alone for 52 years, and all my relationships have been quite short. Very interesting search for "comparative religions". I went through a "phase" back in the early 70s when both my parents died and I was "looking for answers." I detail my search in my "Books of the Realizations." In case you have never read the essays, and are interested, there is the link.
Here's the poem.
Michael F. Nyiri, poet, philospher, fool
"Valentestimonial"
Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
February 4th, 2004 4:39 a.m. pst
Last love songs sang a valentune for the ages
Many missed opportunities, many tear stained pages
Words calculatingly caressed the tenor of my soul
But there was nothing solid there to pay love's wages
And my broken body never could be made so whole.
In the beginning, when younger I felt electric
Penning youthful wisdom with a naivete eclectic
Muses gathered in the dust at my feet with purpose
I could gear up for a life of wishing frenetic
Feverish gales of love would wash over us.
Us didn't exist at all, and the years silently passed
More words than can be counted, and no love song was the last
The moon fills and wanes, and I stay in life alone
A vessel filled with life and love, emotion's iconoclast
No love was lost, no hearts were broken, save my own.
The present arrives and the lines on my face increase
Did I stop looking, I wonder, did the search for love surcease?
No, a personal note, none fulfilled, but I yearn
For Cupid's arrow to sting, and to pay love her lease
And I want to feel the ecstasy of the sting and the burn.
But now as I exist in this extreme time and tide
Simple love rhymes seem sorrowful, subtly filled with pride.
Mankind seems to have stopped loving, this isn't his behavior
The last love songs for eternal bliss seem to have died
And Cupid's arrows seem now to be what mankind needs to savor.
Last love songs sing a valentune for all time
A wish that humanity would find a common ground to share
I might find the love I crave, I might find the time to rhyme
But a global love would be a wondrous gift to share.