My parents have been married for 45 years and I was with them this past weekend and they are definitely still in love -- they hold hands, tease one another and they have that special gaze when they look at each other when they think nobody is watching. I believe in real love -- I witnessed it my whole life. Here's what I think I know.
What do men and women think they mean when the use the word "love"? What ideas do they have about love? How do they define it? The word love has become like the smell of an old used storybook; once owned and circulated throughout the centuries; and yet filled with adventures longing to be discovered.
I sat down this morning to write out the top 20 things I have learned in my life so far, but after writing down four items, I started to cry deep, intense tears. I released the emotion and it felt amazing. Writing this blog reminded me of the pain and suffering I had endured to awaken to this wisdom. This is my gift to you. Here are my top 20 tips for living a better life.
Those words secretly worked magic on me. As a disabled person, I had an extra swing in my waist that never bothered me. The joy in my feet was something far more powerful than anyone could understand. The flash in my teeth, were vicious to those that fed me negativity, and the same flash was a brilliant smile that won the hearts of those that I cared about.
The grief is still there. But suddenly, from somewhere, almost eighteen months later, I do now occasionally experience the unadulterated joy that I never thought I would again. To my surprise, I am no longer numb. The flowers in the park, a small child patting my dog, the flight of a bird, planning a visit with my grandson with his friends -- these things bring a lift to my heart.
Growing up in the 50's and 60's, my mother Lillian was primarily a "stay-at-home"mother. It's not that she didn't have high aspirations for her future, as she dreamed of being a dancer. However, times required she go to work directly after graduating high school as a bookkeeper for a dress manufacturer, her professional dancing dreams dashed.
We're tormented by our obsession with weight. Losing weight is hard to do, and the overwhelming majority of us gain back whatever weight we lose (and then some). Every failed weight loss effort drags us deeper into depression. Loving thoughts breed acceptance and patience. Sometimes I stray from my chosen path and eat something that triggers my food addiction. Because I love the body I once had and don't fear returning to it, I'm able to respond to these slips in a healthy way. I accept that I've gone off the path. I forgive myself.