Love, Music, Rants and Raves

Express Yourself

A co-worker of mine has a weblog about relationships. I was intrigued by his post “on Passion and saying I Love You “.

He starts the article with a conversation that he overheard:

Woman 1: So has he said it yet?

Woman 2: No. I wish that he would.

Woman 1: Why don’t you say it?

Woman 2: Because it’s too soon.

Woman 1: You’re probably right.

Woman 2: I don’t mind waiting…”

It reminds me of a couple I knew who broke up recently. They’d been together for over 2 years but had never exchanged the Three Words. The guy never said it because he never felt it, and the woman never said it because the guy had never said it. She did love him and if she’d said it, he would not have been able to ignore the position they were in. The position where one feels more strongly than the other. The moment of “where do we go from here?”
When it did all finally come out, she was quite hurt that he’d stayed with her even though he knew he would never fall in love with her.

It is perfectly natural to be afraid of being vulnerable, however once the realization of Love has happened,whether expressed or not, the level of investment is set. Your fate is sealed.

However, you cannot expect someone to read your mind.

You are responsible for your own happiness!

So in Madonna’s fine words:

You deserve the best in life / So if the time isn’t right then move on /

Second best is never enough / You’d do much better, Baby on your own

Don’t go for second best, baby / Put your love to the test.

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Music

When that foghorn blows

this seems to be my recurring theme song lately. It has come up out of the blue a few times, so I figure I should share it with you.


We were born before the wind
Also younger than the sun
Ere the bonnie boat was won as we sailed into the mystic
Hark, now hear the sailors cry
Smell the sea and feel the sky
Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic

And when that fog horn blows I will be coming home
And when the fog horn blows I want to hear it
I don’t have to fear it

And I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
And magnificently we will flow into the mystic

When that fog horn blows you know I will be coming home
And when that fog horn whistle blows I got to hear it
I don’t have to fear it

And I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
And together we will flow into the mystic
Come on girl…

 

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Art and Beauty, Music, photography

An October Lilly

Nearly 7 months ago, my best friend Molly sent me a recording of a very sweet, very new little heartbeat.

As the baby was due in the autumn, and knowing they’d wanted to name London Lilly if he’d been a girl, I immediately thought of this song:

 

She arrived at 6:31 this morning, during the first snowfall of the year.

She is our October Lilly, and so beautiful.

 

 

Lilly Meegan Book - 6lbs.6oz.

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