clearskies, bluewater

Insights, reflections and creative imaginings for our awakening world

the story of love

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There is a song I like, that Peter Gabriel sings, called The Book of Love. It is a very sweet song, with a nice melody. Some of the lyrics are, ‘The book of love has music in it, in fact that’s where music comes from. But I, I love it, when you sing to me. And you, you can sing me anything.’

We humans spend a ridiculous amount of time thinking about, striving for, obtaining, and pushing away, love. It is possibly the most misunderstood, most desired and simultaneously the most hated emotion of them all. Love is the ultimate paradox; that of Lover and Beloved, what we crave with all our souls and what we abhor. Love and hate are two sides of the same coin. We all want it, need it, despise it, spit on it, demand it, forego it, walk away from it and return to it in a kind of spiraling dance throughout our lives. But how many of us can honestly say we understand what Love actually is? I think it is one of the truly great mysteries of life, this thing called Love.

In my last blog, I wrote about skeletons in the closet, meaning the secrets we walk around with, the things we don’t want anybody else to know. I think that some of our deepest secrets are also secrets we keep from ourselves and don’t realize it. Have you ever wished for love to come into your life, but were afraid to admit it to anyone, including yourself? Have you felt secretly jealous of that couple you passed on the street, walking hand in hand, looking so serene? Have you watched a movie where a couple were making passionate love together, and secretly wished that could be you? How much of our lives do we spend wishing we were somewhere else, doing something else, with someone else? These are all secret thoughts. We could never admit to our partner, friend, lover, child, etc, that we were thinking that, it would hurt them too much if they knew. Then there is the flipside to this, when you are madly, passionately in love and have never been happier in your life, you want to remain in this moment, right now, forever and make the rest of the world disappear. Oh but how disappointing it is when that feeling passes, and you again are faced with ordinary reality, with its secret thoughts.

When I wrote the blog about secrets, I looked on Google for a nice picture to go along with my blog. Searching for images under ‘secret’ I was amazed at how many pictures there were of semi-nude women. Same thing with the word ‘contemplation’. Obviously many people out there are having secret thoughts and contemplating about nude women, and sex. I will not write much about the long, involved topic of sex here tonight, but it is certainly an idea that people think of a lot of the time, and I would guess, much is in secret, from fantasies to every conceivable idea about it and every judgement imaginable. Love and sex are so twisted together in our collective unconscious that it is nearly impossible to disentangle the threads. What complicated creatures we human beings are!

Thanks for pondering my ramblings with me tonight. I hope for greater coherence again soon.

ps: for those of you who may have chosen to look at this blog because of the tag ‘nude women’, sorry!  but maybe it made you think for a minute about what it is you are really seeking after….

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Author: SingingBones

When we sing over the bones, we are calling the wild nature, the instinctive soul back, singing it alive again. To live with our wildness intact, is the greatest gift a woman can give herself. "It is the holy poetry and singing we are after." C.P. Estes

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