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The Physics of Love

I deserve to be treated well.  I should be cherished and loved, treated like a princess and given a tiara adorned with jewels, a measure of the esteem in which I am held.

What I have is a broken tiara, one made of paste; a cheap imitation of that which could be so precious.  The jeweled tiara signifies the fantasy of the child within.  A fantasy achingly wanted by the now-adult; tantalizingly possible yet always just out of reach.  It is the amusement park ride for which there is no time, the cookie jar out of reach on the top of the fridge, the glimpse of the illusive pixie hiding in the woods.

It is the wish for the fairy tale life where the heroine gets to live happily ever after, yet it is not a wish for fantasy without reality.  It is a dream that understands the insanity of wanting happiness always, the ability to recognize that without downs, there can be no ups.  It is a dream that comprehends the physics of life, the physics of love.

I want to feel the ebb and flow of emotions, those both good and bad.  Like the pull of the moon on the water, there is a certain amount of push and pull, up and down, give and take that is necessary, not only to ensure a balance of forces, but to provide that which is needed for life.  The gravity of the moon creates the tides.  The gravity of the earth causes water to run downhill.

physics of lifeWater meanders over the earth, in streams and creeks and rivers.  It cascades down the hills, traipsing its way over rock and earth, forging pathways through the landscape.  The forces of gravity require the water to travel ever downwards, seeking out the basins and valleys and dales, working toward the lowest common denominator.  In its quest for geographic parity, the flow traverses obstacles, sometimes creating rapids, eddies, and holes.  The flow continues, ever downwards, the water becoming aerated with its movements across the earth.

With crashing waves or tidal flow, the water – be it ocean, stream, river, or creek, is now aerated. It now contains the oxygen needed for life.  The movement of water, the ups and downs, is the catalyst for life.

Calm water is dead water.

A calm life is a dead life.  Without experiencing the ups and down of life, without encountering both positive and negative, a life is stagnant, stale, dead.  It is an impossibility to maintain life in the face of unending calm.  It is impossible to live a life of fantasy, where the only emotion, the only existence, is one of happiness.  The physics refute this premise.  I refute this.

Give me the fantasy to which I aspire, but give me the version in which I can believe.  The happily ever after that I desire, with all the inherent ups and downs necessary in order to sustain life.

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Ripple Effect

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I find that I am beyond willing to put the needs and the desires of others before my own.  I inherently feel that if everyone is willing to put others before themselves, then the greatest needs will be met with the greatest amount of cooperation and abilities.

Perhaps this, which I consider my biggest strength, is also my biggest weakness.

I am not a saint.  I have a breaking point in this thinking.  I can put others ahead of me for unknown amounts of time, perhaps indefinitely, but only if I feel the recipient of my helpfulness, my benevolence, my capitulation is aware of my sacrifice and ultimately has my best interests at heart.  That is not to say that I am unwilling to help or do for others without recompense or even recognition, but long term or extreme acts of putting someone before all else need to carry with it not only the belief that I am doing the correct thing, but also the knowledge that the person somehow understands that I am sacrificing my own good will in deference to theirs.

This sounds egotistical and I do not mean it in that regard.

I am not talking about making sacrifices for some unknown persona, or for some finite course of action which will greatly benefit an individual or group.  What I am speaking of is the give and take of a mature relationship, be it friendly, business, cooperative, or (most importantly) between lovers.

Most everyone has experienced the boss from hell.  There are people in positions of authority that invite nothing but irritation, discontent, and derision from their underlings.  These are the bosses that have nothing but negative comments, orders, and complaints for the people working for them.  It is an uneasy alliance that does nothing to promote loyalty.

On the other hand, it can be a pleasure to work for the person who recognizes effort and hard work.  An offer of kinds words in difficult situations or compliments for outstanding achievements create a mutual feeling of respect and common goals.  These bosses may be demanding yet appreciative and the people working for them tend to respond well to their governance.

Personal relationships flourish in the same way.

A relationship is not about keeping score or detailing sacrifices.  Life happens and as it does, there will be periods where one person is the recipient of the majority of the mutual efforts or to whose wishes are catered to or granted more often.  There are needs of the individual as well as needs of the couple.  The balance can be off for extended periods of time – time in which one half of the couple receives the lion’s share of the resources.

A couple’s resources are many.  Resources can be financial and emotional and they consist of two people’s sum of knowledge, physical strength, and endurance.  When one half of a couple falters, there is another to share their strength.  When one requires help, they have a partner in life.  The term ‘helpmeet’ came into usage in the 1600’s to refer to one’s partner, helpmate, or companion.  Generally speaking, a helpmeet, or helpmate is just that, one’s partner in life, someone there through love and commitment and willing to add their resources to another’s for the benefit of each other and the common good.

Sometimes the resources of one partner outshine the other.  Sometimes the person behind the scene is making the cogs run smoothly, shoring up the flagging post, and helping the world continue to turn.  We should not only do our damnedest to help our partners (as well as others) but we should remember to recognize and appreciate their sacrifices in their quest for our victories.  I truly believe in the little things in life.  Smiles and sweet nothings, spoken love and silly secrets, small surprises and spoken thanks.  It takes just a moment of our time to remember each other, a few minutes spent to show our love and appreciation.  A small acknowledgement can make even the largest efforts seem not only worthwhile but ripple4 can generate a happy glow.  Like a stone dropped into the water, a surprisingly little thing can ripple outward to create something beyond spectacular.

I invite you to tell me of your helpmate and share your story of their sacrifice.  It does not need to be a major sacrificial act or something out of the ordinary.  Sometimes, the little sacrifices we make for each other mean the most and generate the biggest smiles.

Peace ~♥~


Water Division part1

St. George Island

I think there are two categories of people in the world.  There are those that love to dive under the water, holding their breath, their movements liquid and graceful, and experience the basic serenity of submersion in all its weird wonderfulness.  They want to enjoy the different, new, or unique at a pace of their own choosing.  They want to bathe in slow, languid feelings and discover something beyond compare, something most tend to overlook, each time they explore.  Oppositely, there are those who like to ride on top of the waves, seeking thrills and adventure and something akin to danger.  They revel in the unexpected, delight in the fact that some things are out of their control.  These people wish to have adventure thrust upon them, delighting in their ability to conquer, to do, to have, or to be.  They want to experience things at a pace fast and furious and never seem to have enough.  They are wonderfully immersed in their current passion and their flames burn brightly, if only for a moment.

I’m certain there are numerous sub-categories of people; it is beyond difficult to divide people so easily.  I am a sub-category, myself.  I love to experience the serenity of the sea, delight in the deep blue differences, and relax under the sun’s rays breaking underwater.  But I also love the tempest-ridden thrill of the waves, the turbulent, tossing water, and the breathless excitement of being a nothing upon something so elemental.

I know that underwater is not all serenity and calm.  There is excitement in submersion.  There are violent undertows, hungry predators, swirling whirlpools.  The excitement is of a different caliber, more straightforward and easier to anticipate.  There is calmness in the muted sounds, beauty in the abstract lighting, pleasure in the exploration.  There is an inherent feeling of being part of something so vast and seemingly so slow.  There is a feeling of security, no matter how false.  So I am the underwater girl – the one who finds peace, joy, serenity, and happiness in the beauty under the sea.

But letting the hot sun beat on my skin as I ride above the water is beyond compare.  Seeing the clouds floating serenely through the sky as I attempt to prepare for whitewater is both calming and thrilling beyond belief.  There is the beauty of the sky, coupled with the anticipation of the wave that creates a moment so pure, so real and so intense that I labor fruitlessly to capture in it words.  The knowledge that there is no escape once the ride begins is a rush of adrenaline, a feeling of being both in control and out of control.  There is a part of me that craves more adventure, more daring, and aches to be more willing to give up those feelings of concern.  So I am the whitewater girl – the one who finds thrills, adventure, energy, and happiness in the beauty above the sea.

I am just me ~ un-categorized, misunderstood, straddling the lines between worlds.  I am a creation in progress, an unsettled entity, an enigma to most.  I am the best of me, fighting to emerge victorious, believing that it is never too late.  I am …