Love is the single most significant element of happiness. It is the strongest emotion; it rivals hate, as in good and evil, but hate although strong will always buckle under the strength of love. Love can conquer, and it is an emotion that needs not words, in fact it is best expressed through actions.
Love is sought after by all, and no matter the hardest heart the show of love can crack it to get through and once this happens, that Jezebel or Devil becomes soft kitten or a gentle giant. Love sets fire into the eyes when those eyes are set upon the person who is loved.
It gives a warm fuzzy feeling, sometimes a little scary, because the thought behind those feeling is I would give my life for you. When a dad sees his new-born for the first time, he feels the need to protect this little person for the rest of his life, his heart swells to see what he has produced and so when he looks at the child and knows that this baby is his own flesh and blood it evokes in him a feeling of protection, and for the rest of his life he watches and protects the child well.
Love is loving your mother and father or grandparents, the care giver you have known since you were born, this person who feeds you, clothed you, send you to school, hug you and tell you how much they love you. The love that is shared between parents and child is indescribable, it is binding and very hard to break, and even if it falters a little for a time it eventually mends itself.
The love between a man and a woman, (I am talking about true love), is passionate, it’s strong it weakens (in a good way), one for the other. When I was a young little girl, before my teens, probably age twelve, I remember my first crush, his name was Eric Hamilton, he lived on my block and he was older than me, I think he was possible eighteen years old at the time. Everyone in my neighborhood liked and respected his family. Eric was a prize to the family , he was a very bright student and at sixteen had graduated from High School and had received full scholarship to some prestigious university. He was friendly, and nice and would always say hi to me when he passed my gate on his way home. I don’t remember when it happened, but I began to feel very strange whenever I saw Eric. Whenever I saw Eric, I wanted to hide if I was not properly dressed, my heart would race at the mention of his name, when I saw him my heart would skip a whole beat. I dreamt of him every night and whenever he said hi to me the world stopped, I became deaf for a moment and hot. I would become almost faint, stuttering I just became an all around fool.
I had a friend, her name was Betty she was a little older than me, I confided in her that I loved Eric. I think she told him because his smiled was different whenever he saw me. He would stop and talk to me a little, at least he would talk my tongue was tied. What is interesting about my story is, One Sunday night I was in my house watching the television, I had been outside earlier and I had seen Eric who was heading for the pool hall around the corner. My mother was sleeping, it was about ten at night.
All of a sudden I heard gunshots fill the night air, I jumped up and ran to the door heading for outside, my mother who was awakened by the shots stopped me and asked me where I was going, she said no one should run outside when shots are being fired. I shouted “Mommy I have to go, Eric has been shot”!, I ran outside to see people holding up Eric who was shot. They were all in the pool hall when it was robbed, the robbers before they ran fired shots and Eric was hit in the jaw. He recovered, thank God, but the love that I had for him was so powerful, that I instinctively knew he had been shot, even though I was not where he was at the time. That type of love does not come often and a person may be lucky to find it once, the bad thing about it is that sometimes when it is found it is not returned which leads to heart-break . Love – GOD”S GREATEST GIFT TO US.
Lost in Thought
Life regarding relationship sand love has never been fully satisfying for me. Why? Because what I want I have not yet gotten. Here I am a man/woman who wants to give himself/herself totally to a woman/man deserving of me. That is very difficult to find because we are not raised here in the west to understand how to handle this type of love.
That is where Orisha and Ifa (African Traditional Practice) and ancestral reverence comes in to teach us and soothe our urges and calm our natural desire to want to give and feel love. That feeling you get when you cannot sleep without thinking about the one you love. That is priceless. I must have it and I must have it for myself. As men/women not many of us are willing to give our all when this love presents itself in our lives. I am going to change that. I can only speak for myself. I want it, and I will do what it takes to get it and keep it because I will not be alone for the rest of my life, and the only way I can be happy here is if I am in that world created by the one that loves me and the one I love. That place where the world becomes slow when we see each other. People may be screaming at us but we are deaf and only hear and feel each other’s heart beat. The eyes are the windows to our deep thoughts and they expose the intentions of our heart.
I want to be in that place. And I will be. My road to finding Orisha and my ancestors has been a challenging one at times. No matter how hard the challenge there is a way to get over it and come out a winner. I have learned that. Orisha and my ancestors will lead me toward the love that I want and need. They have only been preparing me for the great future that is ahead of me. For when that starts, (it has already begun) I am trusting of Orisha and the ancestors and know that no matter what the situation I will overcome it. That is what they wanted to teach me all along.
My bones are filled with determination once again, I see a goal. I am going to achieve it, and not only achieve it but I am going to keep it, and create the world that I will put my spirit at ease. To be continued.We are what our thinking makes us
We are what our thinking makes us…..Yoruba Proverb