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Showing posts with label Love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Love. Show all posts

Monday, May 16, 2011

Love is...............

  “Love knows no limit to its endurance, no end to its trust, no fading of its hope; it can outlast anything. Love still stands when all else has fallen.”

What does that mean?

Love knows no limit to it's endurance.
According to Webster, endurance is the ability or strength to continue or last, especially despite fatigue, stress,  or other adverse conditions. To me that means that when all else fails, love goes on. When you are ready to give up, love will hold you up. When you are down on the ground, love will lift you up. We all are against you, love will protect you.

Love has no end to its trust.
What does this mean? So many say that once a trust is broken, it cannot be repaired. Love doesn't know the word irreparable. Once a trust is broken, love is what will lead you through the grieving and the forgiveness. Love will help you build the trust again. Love will let that trust stand stronger than it was before.

Love has no fading of it's hope.  Hope is the the feeling that what is wanted can be had. Love holds hope and protects it.Where there is love, there is hope. With love, the hope that all things are possible is alive and well.

Love can outlast anything.
Love does not look at a watch or a calendar. Time has no meaning for love. Love is. Love always will be.

Love still stands when all else has fallen. Love is all these things. It is something two people share and nurture together. It sets no rules, no conditions. Love is..... and where there is love, there is a way.

Sunday, April 17, 2011

Words

What are words? A way of expressing ourselves, of saying what we think. Words can explain scientific facts or explain the beauty of a sunset. Words can encourage and words can hurt. Words can convey thoughts and feelings and intentions.
But words are easy. It is easy to say something, it is easy to find just the right word to make someone take notice, or someone look away .

Words.

Say what you mean. Say what you are. Say what you feel.

Words.

Words have no power without actions. Words are like a leaf in the wind. Here one moment and gone the next unless the action is behind them.
It is easy to learn words. And it is easy to say words. It is not so easy to do words. To say what you mean and then to do it.

Words.

Say I love you. Say it 1000 times. Say it again. What is it? Said and gone. Love me, that is harder to do.

Words.

Words can be weapons. Words can hurt and destroy the fragile soul of a sub. Measure your words, speak slowly. Follow the words with an action.

Throw out words. Make them sound good. Use them to soothe, to hurt, to teach or to tear down. It is the action that makes the words have meaning.

Don't tell me you love me. Show me.

Thursday, March 31, 2011

Love is ................

What is it that makes a day look brighter when you feel loved?
I am loved. What a warm and fuzzy feeling I have! And I wonder why I didn't feel it before.
I AM LOVED. I want to shout it out loud!

What is love? And what does it have to do with D/s?
Poets have defined love since the dawn of time. Well, they have tried. We have a lot of words we can use, a lot poems and stories to illustrate but it still somehow leaves one wanting.

Love is intangible, therefore trying to define it puts unwanted limits on it. It just is.

Look instead at the feeling you have, and that will help you. Feelings too, are hard to describe, but face it, you have a better chance at describing a feeling than describing love.

I am loved. Every thought begins with those words. Not consciously. But it colors the way I think, the way I relate to people, the way I choose to react. So it is there before each thought.

I am loved. I am safe. Again, those words run in the background of all I do and say. I FEEL protected and nurtured. I FEEL like there is a barrier between me and the "bad" things.

I am loved. I am safe. I am precious. Every thought is built from these words. I FEEL special and beautiful. No matter what I see in the mirror, or what someone tells me. I am special. I do not need anyone else to validate that.

The feeling is new to me. I never had it before. Oh I thought I did. But this is unique. I can use the word I. My thoughts, my needs, my wants are important. I am important.
Does He know He makes me feel that way? Yes, He does. I tell him and He sees it in me. He likes what He sees and rejoices in it. Is that not what a Master does?