Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts

Sunday, May 31, 2015

What We Can Be for Each Other

Welcome, beautiful traveler. I greet you with a suggestion to encourage the linking of hearts.

Many failed relationships, I think, fail out of unmet expectations. 

We human beings, all of us, are annoying or aggravating or boring at times. We all have our flaws, and with prolonged exposure, flaws can so easily magnify themselves in the eyes of others. So as we move through the cycles of a relationship, it’s easy for the negatives we possess and the negatives of our partner to grow more obvious and less tolerable. 

And we all have our unique hungers, the needs and wants that help make us who we are, that drive us in the directions our lives are destined to go. Unless romantic fate is exceedingly kind to us, no partner will ever fulfill all of those needs. So again, over time, we often find greater and greater frustration in the portions of ourselves that our partners are unable to satisfy.

In combination, these two trends can easily turn a pinnacle of affection and attraction into a downward slope of irritation, resentment, and anger – until we find ourselves standing before a hungry void, the void of our neglected wants.

Once there, even a small unpleasantness can topple us over the edge.

But it doesn’t have to be this way. We can take our awareness of this phenomenon and make a few simple adjustments to avert that tumbling decline.

First, we must be honest with ourselves and know the importance of each yearning that drives us. How important is hand-holding, religion, political conversation, travel, sex, or bowling? There are things that we like but can do without, and there are things we must have to remain the people we are. Only by knowing which is which can we judge the real success of our partner in supporting our needs.

Next, we must communicate with one another. Our partner must be made aware of just how important any given need is to us, how critical its fulfillment is to our happiness. Without that awareness, she can’t be expected to read the cause of our discontent; he can’t be expected to make his greatest effort to satisfy our wants.

With that shared knowledge, two partners can know the limits of the bond they share – and can compromise around those limits. Most importantly, they can discard the misery of unmet expectations, because they will have openly agreed on what can and can’t be expected.

Having eliminated from our relationships the dead weight of pointless wanting, we can then focus on all the things we gain from the person we love, instead of all the ways we think they have failed us. In place of voids and holes, we can see strengths and supports. In place of resentment, we can feel appreciation.

By removing the power of hopeless expectations, we free ourselves to do what we can do for one another, to be what we can be for each other.

A crucial final element in this equation is what to do when one partner has a need that can’t be compromised and the other has a true inability to fulfill it. If love is to survive, it’s the obligation of both partners to make sure that need is being met outside of the relationship.

We should not expect our loved ones to suffer in hunger just because we do not have the particular food they need.

If one partner burns to share the great outdoors while the other is an agoraphobe ...

If one must dance and the other hates crowds and music ...

If one needs passionate arguments of the mind but the other can’t stand intellectualizing ...

Then it is our duty not just to offer but to insist on giving our partner the freedom to exercise their wants, their needs, their dreams. If it can’t happen within the bounds of the relationship, we must encourage it beyond ... and we must be happy to see our partner enjoy that freedom when they take it, knowing that our insistence on their liberty is the best means we have of giving them joy.

Real love is not a binding that restricts. It is the devotion to bestowing delight. It is the desire to free one's beloved from want. And it is the appreciation of all that one's beloved is, including all of his or her needs, both those we can meet and even – or especially – those we cannot.

Thank you, goddess of love, for the opportunity to be what we can, and the generosity to let go where we must.

Lovingly yours,

A devotee

Friday, July 26, 2013

Scheherazade

Welcome, beautiful traveler. I greet you with a story.

My favorite piece of classical music is Rimsky-Korsakov's Scheherazade. I have loved it since long before I knew what it meant, since its passionate Eastern melodies seeped into my consciousness from a phonograph record played by my parents when I was a child. As with many beautiful things, the music all but overwhelms me physically.

It grabs at something inside my chest, sends tides of energy surging through my nerves or my veins, and pulls tears from my eyes every time I listen to it.

Not least among the many wonderful aspects of this composition is its subject matter: the story of Scheherazade, perhaps the most gifted storyteller ever to be written of or imagined.

Scheherazade's tale forms the narrative frame for 1001 Arabian Nights. As the legend goes, the Sultan of Persia (having been betrayed by his unfaithful wife) took a new virgin to be his conquest every night, and then had her beheaded the next day. When this tradition had gone on for some time, Scheherazade, a brilliant and finely educated girl just entering womanhood, came forward and volunteered to be the Sultan's next consort. But she was able to postpone her execution by telling the misogynistic ruler a story that kept him spellbound through the night, and which she left unfinished at the break of dawn, so that he allowed her to live to finish it the next evening.

For each of 1001 nights, Scheherazade repeated this feat, until at last she told the Sultan she had no more stories remaining. Having fallen in love with her, he set aside his vengeful obsession and made her his queen.

Like all of the best stories, this one presents us with a marvelous, idealized hero and asks something of us by way of her example. To know exactly what it asks of us, we must consider two crucial parts of the narrative.

First, Scheherazade is not chosen by the Sultan as a consort – she volunteers. She sees something terrible happening, forms a plan, and steps forward at the risk of her own life to stop a ghastly chain of suffering.

She makes the choice to care for others first, to try to save them even if it means her destruction.

She loves her fellow women, and in loving, finds that she must act.

The second thing we must consider is a question: Does this story end happily for Scheherazade?

She winds up as the queen of all Persia, with a devoted husband who adores her. She has saved the lives of countless other women through her bravery and intelligence and talent. She will for the rest of her life have wealth and servants and luxury beyond asking. There is no denying that the story ends triumphantly for Scheherazade … but will she be happy?

She is, after all, married to a man who was a monster. Perhaps if we shrug and say, "That's just how kings were, back in the day," or "Well, it's just a fable," we can conclude that it doesn't really matter that the Sultan chose, in his rage, to use the faithlessness of one woman as justification for a life of perpetual serial rape and murder. But Scheherazade does not say, "That's just how sultans are," nor does she know that she is living in a fable.

This woman chooses a course that, in its best possible outcome, will bind the remainder of her life to a man who, when he might have said, "Women are treacherous, so I now abandon all contact with them," instead decided to sate himself nightly and order habitual butchery for his innocent victims.

Can she be happy, knowing what he has done?

Here, the story forces us to ask another question. When Scheherazade conceived her plan, did she only set out to save her fellow women?

Or did she set out to save the Sultan as well?

If her goal was merely to prevent further carnage, then she ends the story in victory and affluence, but facing what will probably be a long life of melancholy or even revulsion at her continued intimate submission to a beast, albeit a reformed one.

But if she said to herself, "I can draw this man back from the depths into which he has descended. I can make him whole and good again," then the story ends not just in triumph but in joy.

Scheherazade asks us to put others before ourselves. What we must decide is whether it also asks us to believe wholeheartedly in the possibility of redemption.

No one can make that decision for us – the decision to attempt to tame evil and then forgive it.

But it bears minding that the only way the story ends happily is if Scheherazade believed that she could do just that.

Only in risking her life at least in part for the sake of a madman does she earn the truest possible reward.

Thank you, goddess of love, for challenges, for heroism, and for the absolute, pure wonder of real beauty.

Lovingly yours,

A devotee

Monday, July 22, 2013

Embrace Love

Welcome, beautiful traveler. I greet you with a suggestion: do not wish for love or yearn for love. Instead, look around you and welcome it.

For me, at least, there is no other way to believe in a world moving forward. If I wait for the good, I simply will not notice when it comes, because the wide profile of the bad will obscure it. Too long I have scraped by and turned inward, nursed a variety of alienations, resented the obvious need for acts of giving. At every turn, I have let ugliness get the better of me, let it turn me away from relationships, society, the world.

I cannot force extroversion upon myself, but I can and must acknowledge that I need others, and that needing them necessitates loving them, and giving of myself to them without expectation of a return. This giving will never be fully reciprocated by 100% of its beneficiaries, but love is about appreciation, not expectation, and if you do not give, as a natural response to appreciating someone, how can you really be said to appreciate them at all?

The only reasonable expectation of others is that they should be beautiful. And there is beauty in all of us if only we look.

Find it.

Appreciate it.

Love it.

And shrug your way through the rest.

Thank you, goddess of love, for the love that can spring from me, if I simply make the effort to allow it.

Lovingly yours,

A devotee

Friday, February 01, 2013

Keeping It Simple

Welcome, beautiful traveler. I greet you with a simple thought:

Small things are sometimes enough.

Thank you, Goddess of Love, for that which is at once compact and enormous.

Lovingly yours,

A devotee

Tuesday, May 01, 2012

What Is Love?

Welcome, beautiful traveler. I greet you with a thought that has closed out my evening.

Love does not consist of finding that one person who completes you. Love is the greater understanding that you are larger than the thoughts and feelings rattling around inside your head, and that to find your larger self, you must connect to others.

In other words, love is not the process of filling a hole within yourself, but the act of embracing your incompletenes and accepting that it can never be solved, because only in your incompleteness are you able to bridge the divides that lie between yourself and your fellow human beings.

Only because you are not whole do you have any reason to touch them. Only because you are not whole are they a blessing for you to delight in. Only because you are not whole are others worthwhile.

Love is the recognition that your own emptiness enables all friendship, all mutuality, all romance, all loyalty, all empathy, all communication -- every bond that we as people may share.

Thank you, goddess of love, for the blank slate with which we may invite you to write your stories upon our hearts.

Lovingly yours,

A devotee

Wednesday, September 07, 2011

A Thought

Welcome, beautiful traveler. I greet you with a simple notion:

Love is possible only for those who believe in it.

Thank you, goddess of love, for belief.

Lovingly yours,

A devotee