to love is not to possess…

To love is not to possess,
To own or imprison,
Nor to lose one’s self in another.
Love is to join and separate,
To walk alone and together,
To find a laughing freedom
That lonely isolation does not permit.
It is finally to be able
To be who we really are
No longer clinging in childish dependency
Nor docilely living separate lives in silence,
It is to be perfectly one’s self
And perfectly joined in permanent commitment
To another–and to one’s inner self.
Love only endures when it moves like waves,
Receding and returning gently or passionately,
Or moving lovingly like the tide
In the moon’s own predictable harmony,
Because finally, despite a child’s scars
Or an adult’s deepest wounds,
They are openly free to be
Who they really are–and always secretly were,
In the very core of their being
Where true and lasting love can alone abide.

by James Kavanaugh

busy bee…

So, my blogging has been a bit neglected. Its been a busy month…or is that two? I have been Frantically Sewing for some reenactments, Sophie started preschool, I’ve been working out like a madwoman (and then falling off the bandwagon and slacking) and I’m back for another semester of school. In good news, I have gotten a big fat A on my first statistics exam, but in bad news, I’m likely on a temporary hiatus again for the moment (which sucks, because I have about five or six topics half completed).  Although, hubby and I are having a child free weekend next weekend, I might be able to sneak a blog in……………………but I might be otherwise occupied (wink², nudge²).