Of Love

Psyche and Amor

We love, because it is the only true adventure. This is our story, of Oliver and Suzanne--like so many souls that are searching for their other half. We have been blessed for we have  found each other..

GOD--I am truly overwhelmed. I had no idea we had written so many letters, cards, notes on our lives, on love. I am sure there is well over 1,800 maybe far more. When I did your cards I just took a random batch and copied them, and didn`t bother to look--now I don`t know where to start .  But I will-- this is a true a labor of love, twice over. Some days we wrote to each other three times, now that is crazy. How did we do it? How did we have the time? I have no idea.

Now, looking and contemplating this humungous mountain of paper I see that it was far too much. What can I say--we got drowned by love. The temperance movement was right, there has to be control and limit, we went wild, crazy--we went far beyond that. Now we pay for being so greedy. But it was simply wonderful.

We are never the same, forever changing, but the same. I hope better like wine with age. Yes, we are no match within  the life span of the stars, however, our souls out reach , encompass and out live even the oldest of stars. Immortality is eternal! Thus we are eternal.

See this is the reason I so appreciate the present and remind myself continually of this. As with our love as well  as with our relationship, I have saved all; every word, every moment every thought, I am a hoarder of dreams, of omens--as it is precious , but most of all sacred. All  becomes the framework of memories that remain in our hearts which I truly believe we take along onto our next existence. Something that our soul forever remembers.

Now, I do believe the only thing that touch our hearts and souls counts, the rest is flotsam and jetsam. One needs to recognize all that which is important, that which is real  and that which is born from love. That is the great secret!

Now, where to start--I think I have to pray first for guidance to Our Lady--. Thus it begins.

"The minute I heard my first love story,
I started looking for you, not knowing
how blind that was.
Lovers don't finally meet somewhere.
They're in each other all along".

The Illuminated Rumi ―

I love you--my beloved sweet Oliver, my other self.

Suzanne
3 February/2013