There is so much to think of this very word called love. I have never been on here to find someone but have you every been touched in a manner in the way someone can write. I have maybe it's me but there is something very profound to this and I really don't know how to write about it unless I thought and gave it more time. Love, I guess I may be thinking to much but needless to say what makes the world go around is this very word of love. Yeah love...thinking to myself with regards to this very word.
Thats one word that has Meaning for everyone alive on this planet, no matter what the culture, language or region.. and yes, I have written a lot about it, yet, there's that feeling that not all is said.
ReplyDeletewell, to each his/her their own. but, I do think you can fall in love with the idea you have of someone from the words that they write to convey themselves. the real test of love though is face to face and how you grow to know one another more and find that special attraction in the physical as well as the emotional mind connection. the physical and emotional mind connection, come hand in hand and need to be both there to be fully realized. that is....for yourself alone, then comes.....how does the other person feel as well. all too many times, one person falls completely head over heals over someone who they perceive to be their perfect potential partner, yet the other one may not end up having those same feelings.....
ReplyDeleteYes and it really is something that can be wrote about but I am not sure words due it justice. When I think about it Rashmi...
ReplyDeleteyet there is love it's something that is within that connect that languages do not really have a meaning within.
ReplyDeleteIn words it's undefined Suzy it's something that is what it is. ~ Love ~
ReplyDeleteNo such thing.
ReplyDeleteFrank honestly do you think so?
ReplyDelete"chelsea hotel" by cohen----just truth as i know it---perhaps because there was a time when i too rode the elevator while on the road or perhaps because now i am old and i smoke and with wisdom comes truth----and in the naked truth we smile at our self and at the word "love"---love is amigo---it just is---like time and like life--just is--we have no choice and we have no control---but is beautiful for the moment and as changing as the tides---pull up your oar and just drift amigo----let words soothe you and teach you ----sometimes we think too much and we miss the moment----
ReplyDelete~ literally thinking on this but words great but the we do miss things now and then and love is something I do believe resonates with all men and women on this planet. And most of all within the moment si...
ReplyDeleteI really am not sure if Lenard did this justice. But Norah yeah...
ReplyDelete~ yeah ~
ReplyDelete,what a lovely song ..and singer..she sounds .persuasive.:)
ReplyDeleteTo me Love isn't always something that comes about for searching for it. Sometimes it begins in the most unexpected places. There are also many kinds of love but it's something that grows when it is nurtured..There's the love for mankind, the love of holding a little baby...the married kind of love that is sometimes tested... knowing each others strengths but also weaknesses and yet overlooking the annoyances that may be for the sake of the greater joys , the love of friendships. There's an amazing connection with some personalities , every so often someone may come along that you seem to bring out the gifts in one another..as well as inspiration.
ReplyDeleteShe is one of my favs...
ReplyDelete.Leonard Cohen .in."Chelsea Hotel"..about his lost love ..is he angry --and sad at the same time.?love causes pain as well as happiness..
ReplyDeleteLovely song
ReplyDeleteYeah so true have you watched Notting Hill...:)
ReplyDeleteLeanard always tended to write in that way. But there were areas that he didn't.
ReplyDeleteCheryl she really is one of my favs...music perhaps spells us love in some manner.
ReplyDeleteI've never seen it but I think I've heard of the title..maybe I can look up the movie and rent it sometime
ReplyDeleteYes she is great. I don't recall hearing her before. So thank you for sharing
ReplyDeleteStrictly an invention of the movies. No such thing. ..
ReplyDeleteShe was born in NYC and her real name is Geethali Norah Jones Shankar.
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ReplyDeleteI read carol's blog about love. Its a subject I usually avoid writing about, for a couple of reasons. I believe that what you hold sacred you dont talk about. Secondly, from experience, I notice that the more you talk about an emotion, the less you feel it and emotions are for feeling. Today, I am going to make the exception. This is probably the only entry you will ever see me make about LOVE. I do think I am very lucky when it comes to Love. I am constantly experiencing its different forms and I am always in awe... I am weird you see, I tend to see love in the most mundane things.
I know people have different words for the things I see as love, they will say- oh its courtesy, or just being considerate or being thoughtful, or just being a friend. I look at what brought that up.. what makes this person genuinely courteous, nice, considerate, thoughtful, being a friend? Without having Love within, you cant give it out. We all have it, but only some of us are aware of it, most of us will deny it. That is my belief.
I see love when the first rains fall on dry parched ground. Rain is giving, the ground receiving love. Ground gives through that smell of dust rising and the growth of plants soon after. The cycle carries on, with each becoming a visible or invisible part of the other, thats love, an energy thats passed on. When thunder roars in laughter, as the Lightening takes a photograph, thats love. I look at the dung bettle roll the dung at least twice its size and take it home, I see love. At the compost pit I see the darkening of the soil and I see love. I see the sunflower face the sun, I see love. I watch the kids next door put up a puppet show for their mom's birthday, I see love. I've watched the eagle collect the twigs and make its eyrie, every year at the same place and I see love. I watch the beautiful colours of sunrise, at dawn almost kissing the earth, I see love. I watch my friend go with her mom to the temple though she is an atheist and I see love.
When the lemon seed sprouts; when I stand beneath a waterfall feeling the spray; when my kids say "Mommy, why arent you having lunch?"; When my husband says "Let me do that for you"; When my mother asks "Are you alright?"; When my cousins say "I wish you were here"; When friends say "I am here". When a stranger offers to hold the bag; When strangers over the cyberspace become kindred spirits, I see love.
When a car stopped to check if we were alright when our car stalled and called a tow truck for us; When spouses stay loyal inspite of temptations; When we change willing for someone without being asked to; When we do something for the other without any thought of being reciprocated, simply because we can do it; When we lend a kerchief to someone crying; When I see the weaver touch the sheet he just wove; when I see the wo/man spread out a meal to nourish the family; When I see wo/men working hard so that their families are fed; When I see the eyes smile at the mere mention of someones name; When my heart longs to console, when my palms seek the warmth, when we wait for news of that someone day after day hoping they are well, when I see people refuse to give up or give in so they could be the rock for the other, I know I am lucky to have seen ways in which love manifests. In all these things and things I cant go into lengths to mention, I see love.
I feel the Universe has umpteen ways to tell us everyday that we have love, we just need to listen. We are surrounded by love, we have to choose to dip into it. Theres always giving and recieving involved where there is love, but mostly its giving. Theres work without working at it. Theres compassion and understanding without much being said. Theres honesty without hurting, there's trust that is never broken, theres respect without asking, theres affection thats never withheld, theres holding without suffocating, there's warmth without singeing.... thats LOVE..
no act of kindness goes un noticed amigo----now go---out into the cold and laugh with yourself--time to think later--come---laugh
ReplyDeletego where, I just went outside and came back in. :)
ReplyDeleteYeah ... laugh. And tell the Moon what you feel inside jack ... and please let me know it too [laughs] ... please :)
ReplyDeleteBy the way I loved that song by Nora J. ... give me back my Moon Jack! [laughs]
ReplyDeleteLove just is!!
ReplyDeleteNorah is great.....without laughs and with a smile that is elegance within a manner. She is great.
ReplyDeleteActually she is elegance combined with lyrics....not really a typical performer if you as me.
I don't know you but yeah love is but yet it's something that those that have it understand it (most).
ReplyDeleteThose that don't have it or have do understand it in a way but Love....seemingly 90% of all music
from very decent artists is on this very area. Love is...........but love is what?
.I think ..Nora is related to George Harrison
ReplyDeleteShe is ..Unique
ReplyDeleteI never thought of it like that Carol.....George certainly wrote about love. "Something in the way she moves" is comparable when one comes to think of it.
ReplyDeleteLove comes by way of movies nah...
ReplyDeleteI love the songs Norah Jones chooses to record and her unique style of singing as well. She's so easy to listen to... BTW, it was a (love?) affair betwwen Sue Jones (a New York concert producer) and the much older Ravi Shankar (a composer and sitar player) that led to the birth of Norah Jones in 1979.
ReplyDeleteI've enjoyed all the comments and videos shared here. LOVE; it's a very complcated topic because there is love, and then there is love, and then there is love, and so on...
Not to mention that the word love is also misused and sometimes abused, for instance I said, I "love" the songs of Norah Jones ... and some people are in love with being in love ... and not uncommonly love and lust are confused. In brief, we can love places, music, things, romantic affairs, marriage, a special man/woman,or several men/women at a time ... We can love our children and family, ourselves and other we don't even know....
You were courageous to take on the topic of love, Jack. But then you always are courageous. It was yet another great post!
P.S. And I love how you nurture all of you blog friends too. *warm smile*
No Frani not at all....I was just thinking of this topic of love. Literally I don't no a Sue Jones.
ReplyDeleteLove is a complicated one, but it's within the hearts and souls of each and everyone. Last night I just was thinking and thought I would post it and
Love is more than Love is not I think.
Smiles back to you Frani.
What you make of it, what you decide to experience within its realms. I would go with the philosopher's Veiw... Love is You, the Other, and all the inbetweens.
ReplyDeleteI used to think that I knew what love was, until I found it. When I first said, " I love you, " I thought I knew what I was talking about. I have since discovered that I was not as far along in my knowledge as I thought. I realize now how deep love is, how much there is to discover, and how full of wonder I feel because of this knowing.
ReplyDeleteSusan I love this areas of love and how long we have known each other and kudos to you my friend as love is...
ReplyDeleteI used to know someone from ...........that was in search of it and now only by way of the writes do I know that she has found what is within the
meaning of love...
Big hugs back to a one that I have known for a very long time and I thank you. Why am I thinking "How Deep is your Love". I know that soon you
probably will be getting married and there used to be someone that I knew that was so in search of it. And knows within this area of blogging of
truly perhaps I am. And we have remained friends all this time.
Love and knowing it, discovery and the feeling of wonder been there and it's not over with for me yet. And what you used too think now is what you
understand.......it's love Sue. Why is it I feel like you are part of a family that I knew so well. And still do. Where there is love, hhmmm and where there
is no push is where there is and can be love.
Pardon my banter as I could write more and as well I need within my email your addy as you know so that again I can send something there.
Now for not one perhaps but maybe two :)
http://fransformation.multiply.com/video/item/20/Norah_Jones_Anoushka_Shankar
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