Please bear with me as my soul has requisitioned my voice:
Here's the first thing my soul has need to say—
I write of love for this reason: All but poets seem perplexed when asked to describe what happens when a pair of hearts feels so smitten as to set hearts pounding and heads reeling. Though not a poet and I know it, I'm about to give it my best shot ...
Though everyone is not so fortunate as to be blessed with this heart pumping, head-spinning experience, those who fall under love's magic spell must loosen the reins on self control at least enough to empower love to outlast lust, which—in the absence of open mindedness—can feel every bit as doused as sparks can suddenly re-ignite and burst into flame once closed minded reactiveness gives way to personal growth.
Though lust is most often associated with sex, deeper truth suggests that desire relates to any strong craving that enervates the pleasure center of our brains. As lust, desire and passion are cravings, there are times when I crave a hot fudge sundae, and nothing else will do ...
For more than four decades, I've craved time with my sons. When they were small, all three craved more Mommy time w than I had to spare. As our family circus expanded from one main attraction to amazing goings on in all three rings, Mom began to crave more one-on-one time with each child than children with busy schedules hungered for in return. Once our family circus grew up, Mom continued to crave more one-on-one time than three busy adults could provide—and thus, with each stage of life change creates conflicts that prove natural. And with conflict comes challenge to accept the necessity to make adjustments in hopes that needs will be served, all around—just not everyone's needs, all at once.
Though it's natural for my heart to hunger for time with each son—I am fully aware of a change, which has taken place over these past seven months: The main attraction with whom I crave one-on-one time is Ravi—why?
Well first of all, she's brand new, utterly adorable, and—each time I react to daily aspects of life as seen through her spellbinding eyes, my sense of joy feels charmed, anew—and though my strong hold on reality rarely forgets how many decades older than Ravi I am, my spirit feels younger than springtime each time her effervescence comes to mind ...
While enjoying afternoons, which offer us both countless moments of pure delight, I do my best to draw forth words, expressing my personal sensations of joy. Throughout each playdate, I find myself wholly engaged with the transparency of Ravi's boundless curiosity, emanating so naturally from the depths of her innate intelligence.
Though Ravi's cognitive thoughts have yet to develop, her bright little mind generates such an incandescent glow in response to our intuitive interactions that there's no doubt as to why the emotional environment we're creating deepens our heartfelt connection.
Here's the first thing my soul has need to say—
I write of love for this reason: All but poets seem perplexed when asked to describe what happens when a pair of hearts feels so smitten as to set hearts pounding and heads reeling. Though not a poet and I know it, I'm about to give it my best shot ...
Though everyone is not so fortunate as to be blessed with this heart pumping, head-spinning experience, those who fall under love's magic spell must loosen the reins on self control at least enough to empower love to outlast lust, which—in the absence of open mindedness—can feel every bit as doused as sparks can suddenly re-ignite and burst into flame once closed minded reactiveness gives way to personal growth.
Though lust is most often associated with sex, deeper truth suggests that desire relates to any strong craving that enervates the pleasure center of our brains. As lust, desire and passion are cravings, there are times when I crave a hot fudge sundae, and nothing else will do ...
For more than four decades, I've craved time with my sons. When they were small, all three craved more Mommy time w than I had to spare. As our family circus expanded from one main attraction to amazing goings on in all three rings, Mom began to crave more one-on-one time with each child than children with busy schedules hungered for in return. Once our family circus grew up, Mom continued to crave more one-on-one time than three busy adults could provide—and thus, with each stage of life change creates conflicts that prove natural. And with conflict comes challenge to accept the necessity to make adjustments in hopes that needs will be served, all around—just not everyone's needs, all at once.
Though it's natural for my heart to hunger for time with each son—I am fully aware of a change, which has taken place over these past seven months: The main attraction with whom I crave one-on-one time is Ravi—why?
Well first of all, she's brand new, utterly adorable, and—each time I react to daily aspects of life as seen through her spellbinding eyes, my sense of joy feels charmed, anew—and though my strong hold on reality rarely forgets how many decades older than Ravi I am, my spirit feels younger than springtime each time her effervescence comes to mind ...
While enjoying afternoons, which offer us both countless moments of pure delight, I do my best to draw forth words, expressing my personal sensations of joy. Throughout each playdate, I find myself wholly engaged with the transparency of Ravi's boundless curiosity, emanating so naturally from the depths of her innate intelligence.
Though Ravi's cognitive thoughts have yet to develop, her bright little mind generates such an incandescent glow in response to our intuitive interactions that there's no doubt as to why the emotional environment we're creating deepens our heartfelt connection.
Happily, Ravi enjoys play dates at Gramma's house at least twice a week, and from the moment we spy each other, the radiance of her baby blues ignites my cheek splitting grin.
Several times this week, Ravi greeted me by initiating her head shaking dance, and each time her adorable seven month old antics tickled my pleasure center, she was rewarded with sparkling peals of head-dancing laughter, expressing a love match made in heaven ...
Soon, I'll fly to the Midwest to celebrate the birth of my nephew's three month old son. As extended family often ask what sustains my youthful glow, my soul would like to reply: My spirit wallows in fountains of love, everywhere I go.
Reality suggests restraining my soulful response in favor of smiling with gratitude while offering a simple thank you, because my inner most thoughts have been known to produce eyeballs rolling, all around. Every once in a while, intuition suggests a mindful connection with a person who 'gets me', and when that's the case, I cut decorum some slack, freeing my soul to emote aloud.
Reality suggests restraining my soulful response in favor of smiling with gratitude while offering a simple thank you, because my inner most thoughts have been known to produce eyeballs rolling, all around. Every once in a while, intuition suggests a mindful connection with a person who 'gets me', and when that's the case, I cut decorum some slack, freeing my soul to emote aloud.
At times when my soul feels so sad as to deplete my spirit of energy, my brain can't break its habit of sending love signals straight from my mind into my heart, and here's why I plan to hold on to that habitual trait throughout my life: As long as my mind directs my heart to pump love, my spirit may crash but you'll not see it burn.
Hey! Guess what? My train of thought has pulled into a station where I've unpacked a trait that's not excess baggage or in need of change for the better! Woo Hoo!
Though some drink to love
I drink love in
And what goes in must come out
So, each time my soul feels need to speak aloud
You'll hear my voice expressing thoughts, flowing
Naturally from within a mind primed to
Create emotional environments pumped with love
And thus does each soulful thought, revealed
Ride out of my heart on the strength of this hope:
When two hearts are so fortunate as to
Connect with unconditional love
Both think tanks will brainstorm toward
Disarming defensive reactions, which
Might otherwise inhibit two head spinning spirits from
Drinking from the fountain of love—forever
BTW—Socrates clearly said: Fountain of love
Unfortunately, Ponce de Leon turned a deaf ear and
Became a lonely old man—how doth I know that as true?
I don't. My goofy sense of humor made it up
As we pull into today's station
Here's yet another reason why
Ravi's presence fills my pleasure center with
Sheer delight—For heaven sakes!
Who else but a babe in arms
Wants to listen to my soul, baring every feeling aloud?
Experience suggests—pretty much no one—other than
This child, whose whole body giggles with delight—not
Because she understands my words but because
Her bright young mind 'absorbs' my voice tones
Facial expressions and body language—
And guess what I receive in return for
Freeing my love so effortlessly?
I receive Ravi's smile, radiating warmth as
Bright as a sunbeam, and each time my soul feels heard
And my heart feels nourished
My spirit can't help but feel as youthful as a child's!
BTW—If readership considers today's post so sappy as to dwindle in numbers, I'll simply switch tracks and write for a famous couple, who is certain to appreciate the soulful bent of my trains of thought. No doubt you've heard of the Hallmarks, who know full well that each time two souls bridge a gap, love trumps separation in the same way that airing my soul trumps my story teller's readiness to write!
Hey! Guess what? My train of thought has pulled into a station where I've unpacked a trait that's not excess baggage or in need of change for the better! Woo Hoo!
Though some drink to love
I drink love in
And what goes in must come out
So, each time my soul feels need to speak aloud
You'll hear my voice expressing thoughts, flowing
Naturally from within a mind primed to
Create emotional environments pumped with love
And thus does each soulful thought, revealed
Ride out of my heart on the strength of this hope:
When two hearts are so fortunate as to
Connect with unconditional love
Both think tanks will brainstorm toward
Disarming defensive reactions, which
Might otherwise inhibit two head spinning spirits from
Drinking from the fountain of love—forever
BTW—Socrates clearly said: Fountain of love
Unfortunately, Ponce de Leon turned a deaf ear and
Became a lonely old man—how doth I know that as true?
I don't. My goofy sense of humor made it up
As we pull into today's station
Here's yet another reason why
Ravi's presence fills my pleasure center with
Sheer delight—For heaven sakes!
Who else but a babe in arms
Wants to listen to my soul, baring every feeling aloud?
Experience suggests—pretty much no one—other than
This child, whose whole body giggles with delight—not
Because she understands my words but because
Her bright young mind 'absorbs' my voice tones
Facial expressions and body language—
And guess what I receive in return for
Freeing my love so effortlessly?
I receive Ravi's smile, radiating warmth as
Bright as a sunbeam, and each time my soul feels heard
And my heart feels nourished
My spirit can't help but feel as youthful as a child's!
BTW—If readership considers today's post so sappy as to dwindle in numbers, I'll simply switch tracks and write for a famous couple, who is certain to appreciate the soulful bent of my trains of thought. No doubt you've heard of the Hallmarks, who know full well that each time two souls bridge a gap, love trumps separation in the same way that airing my soul trumps my story teller's readiness to write!
Ravi's entire being giggling with pure delight!
Though star sapphires have been noted
Have I written of Ravi's uncommon hairstyle?
Have I written of Ravi's uncommon hairstyle?
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