A Chat with My Old Friends

What’s the harm in trusting that someone loves me? I mean really? Why can’t I do it? Is it the fear that his love will be ripped out from beneath me when I least expect it? Am I terrified that he will change his mind on a whim or when a pretty young thing waltzes by giving him “the look”? Does it have to do with my self-confidence? Or his worthiness of my trust? Is it that I really don’t trust myself or is it that I can’t trust someone else? Let’s ask our buddy Pascal: What are your thoughts?

“Well, if the romantic does not trust her partner and her partner loves her, then she sabotages possible bliss, but if he doesn’t love her, then she dodges a bullet. If the romantic does trust her partner and her partner doesn’t really love her, then she may experience momentary happiness but will soon discover the truth and sorrow will ensue. But, she will get over it. Yet, if she trusts and it turns out that he truly loves her, then their shared love will grow deeper and stronger. And that is not something I would ever want to miss!”

I getcha, it is best to put my money on love! Thanks. But won’t I be made to look silly or be the fool if I openly love him when I’m not sure about his love for me?

“Might I interject, my beloved Arete?” Why yes, Aristotle… It’s so good to hear from you again, gosh, what’s it been? About 2370 years? You haven’t aged a bit! “As I was saying, my beloved, you must put on your crown!” What do you mean? Do you mean think or reason more? “No, no, the crown of Pride: You are a virtuous woman. You could never be the fool when you demonstrate the virtue of self-respect. You must think highly of yourself, you are a queen and should be treated as such.” Oh, yeah. Yeah! I am! Thanks man. And hey, you think when I go to Greece you could give the lowdown on the best local spots for authentic cuisine?

Okay, so the consensus is that it would be better to trust and to uphold my self-respect as being worthy of love! Well, how do I know that he is worthy of my love? I mean, the Bible says not to “give your pearls to swine” so I don’t want to give my adoration to someone who doesn’t deserve it.

“You will know by his character. He will be trustworthy if he follows Me: Is he sincere, honest, reliable? Does he keep his promises? I would never forsake you, does he?” Lord, thank you for leading him.

But people change their minds. What if he changes his mind? “If it is true that he loves you, then heed my wisdom: Love is infinite, eternal. Why is it eternal? It was never born; thus it can never die. Why is it infinite? It has no desires for itself; thus it is present for all beings… let go of yourself and you will be perfectly fulfilled. Open yourself to love, then trust your natural responses; and everything will fall into place.” Woah, Lao Tzu, dude… You just took it to a whole new level.

“J’aime, donc je suis.” Yes! I totally agree. But Descartes, you realize that not everyone here speaks French. Here, let me translate: I love, therefore I am. Love is what makes us come alive: It is the essence of our existence! “Yes, yes, and you must have complete and utter faith in that love or else life is not worth living.” Soren, do we really need to get that dark? hahaha just kidding. You’re right. You know, if I can’t trust love- it’s process, it’s heart ache, it’s joy, then this claim “to love” is only in vain.

“Hope.” Did you say something Erik? “You must resolve this dispute between trust and mistrust so that you build hope. Do you believe that perhaps your mistrust and fear of abandonment may have to do with your early relationship with your mother?” “No, no, zit is her oral fixation. Zat is vhy she gets zo much gratification vfrom ze tasting and sucking.” Woah woah woah Freud, simmer down man that is some personal shit your telling everyone there. Jeese… Erik, I’m sorry. What were you saying?

“I was just getting to the fact that in order to love, you first must know yourself through a well developed identity, which can only be done in the context of our social relationships; therefore, you must get to know others in order to understand who you are. And so that you can know them enough to determine their level of trustworthiness.” I love you Erik. You always know how to bring it back around. hahaha.

“Have enough courage to trust love one more time and always one more time.” Ah, thanks Maya.

And thank you to all my old friends, for sharing your wisdom on this issue. Before we go, let me sum it up. So, here’s what I’ve got so far…

I’ve got to know- and exude that I know- my worth! I’ve got to just… Take a leap of faith and trust, maybe not in the person- that will come as love manifests in their character- but, I must trust in love because that is why we exist…. Amen.

Be Love.

To James T., tf, bff

My Love,

I have missed your voice and the way you bring out my smile.

Some say “Time is an illusion,” but I still feel that it had been a while.

You are on your journey and I’m on mine.

But when we meet in dreams and music, I know everything’s gonna be just fine.

At times our paths are dark and our egos take comfort in the night.

But our souls search for more, so don’t be afraid to face the light.

Take my love without cost nor a plan to repay.

Just be filled and overflowing, then practice giving love away.

Thank you for being You because you bring out the best in me.

Forever yours,

Carole K., tf, bff

Ch 9: To Each His Own Measure

A new chapter in The Human Experience provides an interpretation of the Book of Ephesians and of our capacity to love: https://thesaltstone.com/thehumanexperience#Measure

Black Hole

You are my light. I am your darkness. Originating from One Great source.

Beware my star, my brightest sun, I will take all of you without remorse.

I do not seek your money, things, or any of your countless possessions.

I want your darkest deeds and frightening fears- a collection of confessions.

There was a time when I was like you: Shining life, a world of envy.

Then my heart collapsed under the bitterness of what could never be.

I’m trapped inside: Stay back, lest my love crush your soul with no recourse.

I remain invincible, yet you’ll know me there by my gravitational force.

Stellar, soulful, seductive: I extend my reach into infinite dimensions.

Out of me- The Gap in the Sky- returns the King for our ascensions.

Now only blackness- snuffing the light- at the center of your galaxy.

But at any day and hour, the gates will open, Love wins, and we’ll be free.

Love is my mental illness

When I can’t stop the fight to reach the light of your soul. When I disappear so you don’t hear my heart fall asunder. When I trek on and on in this role despite the ache rolling through my chest like thunder.

A little crazy never hurt no one.

How I let you go every other day: I cannot stay it seems. How I cling to the fling that was a red hot flame. How I see you in my dreams and hope for the long-lasting steady burn of your love game.

A dash of insanity could be fun.

Why I obsess and overthink over my fear of rejections: Your affections are my reprieve. Why I request of Amor, a bequest from above. Why I get so worked up and try to leave until your spirit mingles with mine to command, “Be still my love.”

A pinch of madness is better than none.

Darlin’ I’m nuts about you. But when you’re gone… This love is my mental illness.

At Least She Tried

I want to remember you with the passion we shared, maybe we were just craving to be touched, to be held, but I know that I truly cared.

I want to remember the way you tease just to make me smile, or the way you’d stare from across the room, holding my gaze for a while.

We’ve come a long way, we’ve become much stronger. But I can’t pretend not to feel anything for you much longer.

I want to remember how we make each other laugh- full bellied- without warning… You can write “at least she tried” on my epitaph.

I want to remember the past 50 years when we are old and gray, having held your hand up the hills and down along the whole way.

I must have been just another girl, just another fling… for you to tell me that I don’t mean a thing.

You must have been my imagination, just another fantasy… for me to believe there could’ve been pure ecstasy.

Yet I can’t pretend not to feel this love that has rooted in my core. Yes! I want the friendship, but it doesn’t end there… I want more.

We’ve come a long way, we’ve become much stronger. But I can’t pretend not to feel anything for you much longer.

The Wish

After hours, they’re still here. In the clear crisp nights of winter, they free my thoughts of fear. They are a comfort when I am alone. In the warm infinite nights of summer, they provide a sense of home. They make me feel sane when my hope is foolish. They guide me to dream, to love, and to make the impossible wish.

Star light star bright… A billion times the same wish tonight….

Come Home, My Dear

My tears emerge from where tragedy hides. Deep in the corners of my soul. Nobody dares to peek there. But you. You have squinted your eyes to see the child in the darkness… You have brushed the cobwebs off my brow. And loved me. Loved me enough that I feel again. I feel the pain. The joy. The humor in it all. I feel immense loss tearing my insides apart and a love that could burst under the pressure of my feels for you. Time is not an enemy we must conquer but an illusionist who falters. My tears escape- not of sadness or despair- but of relief that you have found me hiding there. And now you take me home.