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can love just disappear?
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can love just disappear? most of the time , i'm a talker. can't shut me up. but lately it seems i've taken to the listening role. my seems to think that it's because i've finally run out of opinions but i know that is so not true. I've just come to ground. . meshed with some of the grief i had to fold into my soul. quieted the constant noise of hows and whys and what ifs. thoughts are less likely to remain linear and simply float about waiting to land where they may. my meditations are easy and long, gentle and flowing,,,more peaceful than they've been for a long time. i was watching a movie with my bff the other night and a woman was describing grief and whether it ever stops. she said it doesn't but it changes. at first it is always there and the weight of it is impossible and then over time it becomes more like a brick in our pocket. and sometimes for a moment or two, you even forget the brick is there and then your hand goes to your pocket and you say, oh yes, that.... and when asked how she could stand it, she smiles and says, it's fin....actually. i love this moment because i understood it. i remember nodding and thinking, it IS fine, actually. it is never going away and that's fine. it shouldn't. love should not tear you apart, it should put you together. loss of a love does the same thing in an odd way, the extreme passion of grief and then the eventual quiet forever of it. it's difficult for me to understand how someone can just stop loving unless it wasn't love to begin with. but if it was, then how does it just disappear? it never has for me. You cannot conceive the many without the one. |
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WE, I've missed your thoughts and how they always resonate so much with mine. I totally understand what you're saying and I agree, love never dies, it just changes. It's always there, maybe not passionate, but it's still there. Somehow, even without passion, it can be better somehow. But when your loved one is gone, the memories are always there to comfort you. Even through the pain of loss. I hope you feel the blanket of love from all those who care for you. And you continue to enjoy the quiet of peacefulness just knowing.... SNW
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I carry my loved ones with me like a coat. I wear their love and wisdom to use when I need a reminder. My Grandfathers, my Great aunt and uncle, a good friend from school...When I start to feel despair I call them out to remember someone loved me and I am wonderful. Hugs
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"Thoughts are less likely to be linear and simply float about waiting to see where they'll land" - that sounds good to me  Always nice to see you stop by...   
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Wishing you comfort ... and more love, which is a glorious, bittersweet thing. Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety. Other women cloy The appetites they feed, but she makes hungry Where most she satisfies. For vilest things Become themselves in her, that the holy priests Bless her when she is riggish. ~~ from Antony & Cleopatra
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Awwww sweet mama...my heart did a quick pitter patter when I saw you had posted! So very happy to hear of your peace and the easy meditations and the goundedness. I too like the brick analogy and it is fine...the ones I've lost that had the biggest pieces of my heart, well I had them and that trumps the pain of grieving every time. And truly it's the way of the world - fighting it seems like a huge waste of effort! Big hugs! Always tell the truth Use kind words Keep your promises Giggle and laugh Be positive Love one another Always be grateful Forgiveness is mandatory Try new things Say please and thank you Say your prayers Smile ~Author unknown
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I think about this a lot, about what love is, and how it changes. I think a lot depends on who it is, and the type of love. I believe unconditional love doesn't stop simply because it's unconditional. But romantic love is a whole other thing. I was in love once, but it doesn't exist anymore because of what I perceived to be repeated abuse. In thinking back, I'm sure it didn't just stop at one specific point in time, but I woke up one day and realized I didn't love him anymore, or maybe it was that the man I fell in love with didn't exist anymore. The last man I dated told me he loved me after just a few weeks of knowing me; in fact, his last protestations of love were in the first week of January. By the third week of January, he had moved on so, yeah, a lot of what people think is love isn't. I hope you're well. Elevate me... 
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Love is all around us, everywhere. I don't know if we can actually "make" it. I believe it is more apt to flow through us, if we are receptive. I'm obviously no expert. Good to "see" you!
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A belated Hello, W.E. and welcome back ... I think maybe you're here less than I am, but not by much. Love, like energy, never dies, but it does change state. Hot passionate lust isn't love, (nothing wrong with H.P. Lust, but it isn't love), but even hot passionate love burns down to glowing embers over time, or the fire extinguishes. The memories of that love, even when the embers are cold ashes, remains with us forever. I hope your summer was a good one, and that your autumn proves to be even better still. Chas
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