Love again and again
It’s true. There’s no end to love. It’s infinite. It can blow you up.
Love is like hydrogen. It makes you float and it explodes in your brain.
It’s an anaesthetic
It banishes the dark.
It makes you laugh and it makes you cry
But it gets you high.
Love. Love. Love.
All the people and animals, trees and things I’ve loved and still do.
There’s no end. I’m never full.
There’s no loss with love – it’s all gain.
We can love an infinite number of times then do it all again.
Love again and again
It has no weight.
It has no size.
It’s antigravity
Built of sighs.
You carry it around
And it buoys you up
Making each sip
A whole full cup.
You can never have enough
But need never be afraid:
The more you give away,
The more you’ve made.
There’s no end to the people
You can give love to.
When you give it to them
They’ll give some to you.
It’s the kryptonite to hatred
The antidote to pain
Luckily we can fall in love
Again and again
And again
And again
Again
Again
Gain
Gain
Gain
Opher 12.12.2015
Yes, but what kind of love – we can all fall in love in so many ways with places, people we meet for a short time, animals, nature ,art it goes on and on – but what love do you really mean a love that enters your heart your soul, that does not happen often – you may not be lucky enough to even fall that way but if you do you really do then it is once you can never capture those feelings the same way with anyone else – that is love it stays within you. I am just a romantic soul so I would feel this way.
Anna, since dear old Barbara Cartland is no longer with us (Opher’s favourite guilty pleasure, I’m sure) perhaps that’s an avenue you could traverse? That stuff sells like hot cakes!
Andrew, thanks. Have a look at my blogs that is if you have plenty of time to read them, might make you laugh or more likely cry. (I think too he is possibly a secret Cartland fan)
Aaah Barbara………………… the love of my life……………………..
All love enters my soul. I still love my old girlfriends, I love my friends, my children, my dogs, my cats, my rat, my mum and dad. I love.
Starter for 10: Is your wife OK with the old girlfriends?
Well we did have to move to the other end of the country.
Andrew, she loves him too much not to be alright with them
She might probably prefer the old girlfriends to me.
erm, the one you’re with! You need glasses!
That I doubt very much
One in a million!
Which one?
Oh that one. She one in a billion or two.
I have to ask Opher “A RAT” mice are bad enough but a rat are you being serious and if true don’t say it is called “Basil” (Dusty playing and I am getting some work done, albeit washing)
My rat was called Lipher and she was intelligent, clean, affectionate and friendly. Everyone loved her except the lady in the bakery.
Probably because Bakers can’t get any Rodential Insurance.
Did they find out who the employee was that put the mouse’s head into someone’s burger in McDonald’s?
Might be because they didn’t specialise in vermincelli. Now if they’d been Italian.
Was it a Mickey Mouse operation?
that rings a bell
It should do – someone dropped a clanger.
What was Lipher doing in a bakery and what happened to Lipher. Do not tell Jonathan about the rat, he loves them wanted one – NO WAY – the pet shop in the town sold him a “Siberian Hamster” some years back as soon as he came home with it I told him it was a rat and it bloody was, it did not stay long, I knew it would be me looking after it.
I used to take Lipher for walks. She’d sit on my shoulder in my hair with her face poking out. She loved it. The story is in my book of anecdotes.
Lipher got cancer and had to be put down. It was a sad memory. She was a friend, part of the family.
Well it was a store in Mexico …
Sounds a bit taco.
All you need is Love. It is also the kryptonite of fear.
I thought it was the universal panacea.
I’m not eating that!
Salad’s healthier.
There back on our screens again very soon, perhaps also with improved bicycle pump sound fx.
You two should be a comedy act, I don’t like comedy shows but you two I would watch
What do you mean? I’m always deadly serious.. Andrew’s a bit of a joker though.
My God since knowing you I have never laughed so much, deadly serious right! I am beginning to wonder about Andrew quite deep but fun.
I wonder about Andrew too. But then being such a serious person I wonder about everything.
That’s what all the other girls said, too!
Anna, the Siberian Hamster story reminds me of that Thomson Holidays nonsense some years ago. The hotel in Spain was completely overrun by rats, however, Thomson’s corporate response to complaints was along the lines of “they are tree hamsters and it’s their breeding season” !
Sounded like a lot of fur ball to me.
Are you sure they weren’t squirrels?
I may be slightly or fully nutty but I do know the difference between squirrels and rats, I have had both. Five Baby squirrels out in garden nearly every day.
of the 6″ long variety with long skinny tails?
My Lipher was black and white. She wasn’t a squirrel but I was very impressed with the way she climbed up things.
Rats have a bad name. They need renaming. I suggest furbys.
Andrew, that is really good thanks for that, I shall keep it.
Opher, that is such a sad ending – we all love or should love our animals pets whatever we call them, they take our hearts and live within our hearts when they are gone.
Yep – I’ve rarely been sadder – though having my Sam the dog put down topped it.
Dogs are like children people may not agree with me but they are just tops, been my best friend when I had no one, my Tara was my comfort when the tears would flow. My Daisy Cross Border Collie before this Daisy, broke my heart completely she was my little girl. Dogs are the best EVER
Yes – I agree – and rats! Crows aren’t bad either. I’ve always wanted a pet monkey. Nearest I got was a little sister!
Be back soon!
Opher meant to ask you about the picture at the top, that is rather fascinating.
I took a number of photos when I was at the Eden Project. I believe they brought an artist over from New Zealand? to paint them. I thought they were lovely.
Was UK’s artist on holiday? strike? unwell? forgot brush?
A bit of a double whammy – Eden Project vs unnecessary carbon footprint!
She probably brought a few trees with her.
I might have got it wrong. She might have been a local lass dreaming of New Zealand.
That was The Lost Gardens of Heligan, we went there before Eden came about, it was an absolute gem never forgot it. Did you ever go to Trebah Gardens nr Helston, first time there I saw an oil painting of the famous Chousen Trees, David went to buy it for me but the Lady told him it was the owners and not for sale, with that this rather tall man came over and asked did we really like it, we said yes and he told the Lady to sell it to David, both men got talking David had his RAF tie on and this man had been in the Paras during the War, the boys were small and he gave them a Teddy Para each. The painting is still in my Living room, the Artist who painted it was a Tutor to the children of one of these Arab Sheiks. Ever there again go to Trebah, modernised the last time I went but still worth it.
Never been. Liz is more of a garden person – I prefer wilderness.
They probably thought the vegetation would soak up all the carbon dioxide. They would still come out in front. Or maybe caught the artist on tour? Or maybe pretended there was an artist and did it themselves?
Trebah as far as I remember not exactly “garden” as you would expect it’s jungle and there is a private beach you can go on, has history with World War 11 Americans landed there for some reason, if there do go
Sounds interesting. If we ever get down that way again we’ll have a look.
Do you will like it
Hi Anna. I’m on a break. I thought I’d catch up emails and write a couple of blogs. You’re being succinct again.
Am I. I have just realized as I was ironing who you remind me of with your hat on in the pics in the semi dark, “The Man in Black, the Johnny Cash” did you ever see him on your travels? Well back to ironing and thinking (no cracks!!)
No. Never saw Johnny. One of the ones that got away.
Not so sure I’m like JC – more the back side of a gnu that’s been run over by a sherman tank.
Which is pretty much how JC was looking at the end of his days. Did you see his video for the song “Hurt”.
As he said to one young guy who was visibly shocked at the state of him, he said “yes son, this is what hard drugs do to you”.
Yeah. That was a fabulous interpretation of the nine inch song.
I reckon it was Jesus dd it to him!
I have no answer to that. Johnny Cash, Jonathan’s favourite.
We’ll walk that line when we get to it.
Yep.
That Mexican food is very spicy and I heard he’d eaten a lot of that the night before he wrote that ‘Ring of Fire’ number.
I don’t know how you think all these things up, I am not so sad as I used to be (sad poems)
Good. That’s pleasing to hear.