Wolf & Goddess

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Archive: Loving Wolves I

Posted by lahirondelle on July 17, 2008

By Hirondelle

By Hirondelle

ORIGINALLY POSTED ON THE NORTHLANDS: MARCH 10, 2007

I used to think it might be quite difficult to live with and love a Wolf, but now I know better I thought I would share with you my thoughts on this.

Wolves are easy to feed. They eat pizza, lots of it. And lasagne. They will eat Thai food too and look cute when they eat chilli and their nose runs.

Wolves live in the moment and although this is a wonderful thing is sometimes means you have to remember that the past and the future aren’t quite as real to them as it is to you. If you say you are stressing about something that might happen next month they may look a bit blank for a moment, until you explain.

Wolves like to drink beer in the evening but never dirty glasses because they drink out of the bottle. They don’t like beer in cans. It takes a while for wolves to find beer they like, but once they have found it they are happy and all the searching was worth it.

Wolf like snuggling, a lot; it seems you can never over pet a wolf.

Wolves look sad when you shout at them so you should try and not shout at them very often unless it is really necessary for your own mental health.

Wolves can sometimes be hard to wake up in the morning and sometimes you have to use unusual methods. Always try and have coffee nearby when waking up a wolf.

Wolves are willing to help around the house but don’t always notice when help is needed (tidying the house because the maid is coming makes wolves chuckle). It is ok to tell them you want help though, and they don’t think it is nagging. They feel bad if they forget to do something you asked them to do so this is the best time to ask them for a foot massage.

Wolves also like having their paws massaged and if you put your tongue between their toes their eyes roll back and they can’t speak.

Wolves sometimes get tears in their eyes when thinking or talking about people they love.

Wolves ask a lot of questions that don’t have answers – especially in shops, and when they are doing this to shop assistants it is best just to stand to one side and smile and then wait for them to finish. Example questions “Do you sell shoelaces? Why not, you are a shoe store, aren’t you? How can you not sell shoe laces? You sell shoes with laces don’t you? What happens if I buy shoes from you, and one of my laces breaks? Ok, where can I buy shoe laces? Why don’t you know? If you don’t sell laces yourself, you should at least know where I can buy them shouldn’t you? What do Thai ppl do when their laces break? Do they buy new shoes?” When they have finished asking questions it is best to take them to Starbucks for coffee and brownie before going to the next shop.

Wolves like to have part of their body touching your body at all times.

Wolves are outgoing and able to bond with ppl very quickly, and so you often leave them talking to a stranger and come back 2 mins later to find they are telling them stuff that you wouldn’t tell your best friend in the whole world unless you were both very very drunk.

No matter how bad it is, wolves can make it go away with a hug and a lick.

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Archive: A love letter to my body – from my heart

Posted by lahirondelle on July 17, 2008

ORIGINALLY POSTED ON THE NORTHLANDS – FEBRUARY 28, 2007

My Dearest Body,

We have been together for 37 years now and I realise in all that time I have never said thank you or told you how much I love you. In fact when I have talked to you, it has been to grumble at or complain about your willful ways and your seeming disregard for my feelings. I resented you for not being taller and more willowy; criticised your ineptitude at sports; muttered on the rare occasions you became ill and whined when you grew tired performing simple tasks like climbing stairs. I even blamed you for shortcomings that were clearly not your responsibility like scarcity of sexual opportunity and poor fashion sense in my teen age years.

But I will be honest, you were always the loyal and loving one in our relationship and I was the neglectful and selfish partner. When we were young I skived out of gym class and usually made you take the less active positions in the sports we played together. I fed you junk food and forced you to snack when you weren’t hungry just because I was bored. As we grew older I surprised you with sudden dieting regimes that were as harmful to you as the uncontrolled binging that inevitably followed.

Worse was to come after taking you around the world and asking you to get used to a new climate and very different diet (which you did very well) I rewarded you by making you marry a man who loved you less than he loved me; a man who only agreed to be with you so that he could have me, and who found no joy in being with you and couldn’t hide that from you.

That was possibly the cruellest thing I did to you. I am so sorry.

Consequently we virtually stopped speaking to each other. Yeah, as I got older I realised your importance and I would take you swimming and feed you healthy food but I was rarely with you. I stopped trying to understand you and simply gave you what you needed for survival.

We might have gone on like that forever (as many people do) but then the most extraordinary thing happened. Together we found a man who could love us both equally. I know at first I didn’t believe he really loved you; I had grown suspicious of words, had I not? But your joy at his touch taught me to have faith. Though you and I barely spoke to each other and had long since stopped understanding each other I couldn’t help but be moved by the joy in your voice as you sang and danced with his body. If I retained my caution you believed from the moment you touched him that he was yours just as much as he was mine. The three of you (his heart, his body, and you – my body) gave me the courage to listen to that song, and join my voice to it.

And slowly (and I am sorry it took so long) I understood that if he could love you, maybe you were worth loving. You weren’t a poor creature to be pitied or to feel ashamed of. You were beautiful, yes beautiful… you had been mine so long I had lost touch with you. Yet this strange man, with his loud, confident heart and boisterous, bountiful body allowed us to reconnect – and for that I will forever be in his debt.

So here is my promise to you:

I will listen to your song, I will take pleasure from your touch and I will nurture your essence.
I will let you do things that are good for you and that you enjoy, and remain fully present with you rather than stand to one side and watch. I will never again feel ashamed of you or pity you, I will never forget you and I will hear and respect your opinion, because I have learned that you are just as likely to know what is good for me as I do. In short I will love you honestly, joyfully and unconditionally.

In return I ask one thing:

Stay with me for as long as you can, in order that together we might love him – the heart and the body of him – our guide who helped us find each other.

Always yours,
Your Heart

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Illusion #2

Posted by lahirondelle on June 26, 2008

The taste of an orange is an illusion;

All you have to do is catch a cold to know this.

Opinion is an illusion;

All you have to do is look within to know this.

Lines drawn on maps are an illusion;

All you have to do is see the world’s strife to know this.

The passing of time is an illusion;

All you have to do is fly over time-zones to know this.

The passing of a lifetime is an illusion;

All you have to do is look in the mirror and see your 70 year old face through your 20 year old heart to know this.

The value of money is an illusion;

All you have to do it is loose your life savings in an economic crash to know this.

Power is an illusion;

All you have to do is gain and lose it to know this.

Material success is an illusion;

All you have to do is walk through one of the poorer places of the world and see the inherent wealth in life of to know this.

Religion is an illusion;

All you have to do it open a newspaper to know this.

Self is an illusion;

All you have to do is fall in love to know this.

God is an illusion;

All you have to do is find Him to know this.

Everything you see, hear, smell, touch, taste and know is an illusion;

All you have to do is die to know this.

Love is real.

All you have to do to know this is raise a child with patience and understanding through an endless succession of good days and bad days, until one day they leave and start a journey of their own.

All you have to do to know this is say goodbye to your mother or father for the last time.

All you have to do to know this is watch your lover while they sleep.

Love is all that is real.

All you have to do is attain enlightenment to know this.

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