All posts tagged: Love

Seeing

Your ignorance astounds me. Don’t you know that for me to love you was to have the world at your feet? To be made a king, for I am as a queen? But you lacked clarity. You could only look at me, you could not truly see me for all the woman I am. Your vision was too blinded by the superficiality of the world. You were woefully unaware of the strength of my affection for you. An affection that would have supported you through any challenges life has to offer. It would have been your greatest ally. Your steadfast confidante. Your shield from torrential rains, and your foundation when you shine. It is a shame what a lack of true vision can bring; because now… now, you will have to settle for being a pauper, when you could have been as a king. Because in the end, you could only look, but not see. — The catharsis continues. The first draft of this was written 5 years ago. Stumbled across it recently, so I thought I would clean it up and share. The best …

In Love with Love

I was going through old photos of my trip to Paris, France this past May, when I came across this picture taken while I was at the Louvre. Its a sculpture of Eros and Psyche in an embrace. This was my favorite of all the Greek myths when I was a little girl. I memorized it. I even wrote a short-story, modern day version of if for my final project in college when I took a course on children’s literature. I remember being in that museum, with hundreds of works of art to see, but only had eyes for this one sculpture. I must have spent 20 minutes at least, just admiring it, snapping pictures of it, and adoring every angle of it. I circled the sculpture several times, trying to commit every detail to memory as I captured them on camera. My favorite thing about this piece is that it is depicting the final resolution to the climax of the story! After proving her love and devotion, and owning up to her mistake, Psyche is forgiven by Eros, who …

Birthday Resolution: Why I Stayed Angry for 7 Years

I mentioned it in my last post, but my birthday was this past Friday. I am the big Three – One, and to be quite honest I cannot believe it. Now, I know a lot of people do not put much stock into birthdays. Sometimes I feel like people down play the importance of them because that is the expectation when you become an adult. It is apart of maturing – I suppose. And I’ll be honest, I tried that once. To pretend my birthday was not a big deal to me. That it was, “just another day.” Needless to say, it did not work. I like celebrating my birthday! For me it is an exciting period. A new beginning. A sort of personal new year’s day. I try to make the most of it, taking an extra week day off if I can. I try to do something I have never done before, or allow myself to indulge in a little extravagance for a day. I pamper myself like no one ever will. I think …

Lessons on Love: Its All Elementary

I think I may have mentioned that I am a preschool teacher. I have actually worked in education for nearly a decade, and I have had the wonderful opportunity to work with a variety of age groups from infants to 10 year olds. However, my current position allows me to work in all the classrooms at our little preschool, depending on the need of each room. Today I got to spend time with one of our older classrooms. The children range in ages 3 – 5 years old. Today during their afternoon snack time, I happened to be sitting with 3 of the children – 2 girls and a boy. A variety of topics can come about when dealing with children at this age. People, frequently, underestimate how much children know. Especially, in our modern era where access to knowledge, experiences, and information is easily attained. This is even more true for our young ones, who become increasingly more technologically savvy then their older counterparts. But I digress. So, while having snack with these three, the …

10 Days to Love: A Challenge – Part 1

I read somewhere once that in order for anyone to love you, you must first love yourself. And while I understand the logic behind this, I could not help wondering… wouldn’t it be nice if someone could love you while you learn to love yourself? Hmmm… maybe I’m wishing for too much. That aside, I wondered about the concept of self-love. For some, it appears to come easily. They love and revere themselves. There is nothing they cannot do or try. In all honesty, I envy and admire such people. For, to love thyself, despite all flaws is a challenge indeed. Through out my internet musings I came across an article or something of that nature that suggested that one should write down what there is to love about oneself. That to start the practice of writing it, it will eventually become a habit to learn and appreciate what there is to love about yourself. I have never done any such thing. Feeling it was far too narcissistic, I have actually never sat down and …