Day 62
Timer on…
So…love…
I did the series today trying to focus on love…I’m tired, but…I think it’s possible…
Love…I created a one-woman-show once about my nuclear family and love. I interviewed all of them and asked them three questions: when did you first fall in love, when did you first understand what love meant, and when did you fall in love with me…
My Dad answered that he guessed he fell in love with his first wife…was when he first fell in love…he said it was because they liked the same sorts of things…he didn’t go any further than that because I think he felt that it was awkward. He said he first understood love when my brother was born. He said it so simply; he said that he thought it was “wonderful”. I had never heard that word said so deeply before. I have always tried to emulate the way he said that word every time I say it. He said he first fell in love with me when I was born. There’s another story that is told about my first word…which, I guess, was “Dad”. My mom has said that the real story of my Dad falling in love with me involved the fact that my Dad was afraid to have a girl and she thought that I instinctively knew that and made it my duty to make him love me. I crawled over to him and said my first word, and my mom said he melted. My grandma (my mother’s mom) said that she loved watching my Dad watch us be born. She said that he was older (he was 14.5 years older than my mom) and his face was always so delighted to see us; not scared like my uncles were (my mom’s sisters’ husbands). So…who knows what the real story is…whether it was just my being born or whether I manipulated him into loving me with my baby skills…but…I did feel loved by that man…I felt it in his presence so purely that it never made me need it to come from anywhere else.
In my sophomore year of undergrad, I took a “Desire in Literature” class. We read Henry James’ THE AWKWARD AGE, Jane Austen’s SENSE AND SENSIBILITY, Gabriel Garcia Marquez’ LOVE IN THE TIME OF CHOLERA, and Toni Morrison’s PARADISE. Alongside these four novels we also read JUNG, TO LIVE BY. We were to analyze all of the books based on Jungian philosophy/psychology. Our professor talked to us about all the different levels of love. In PARADISE we finally examined Divine Love, and in that book I found my favorite quote about love. I will start tomorrow with that one…
Timer on…
So…love…
I did the series today trying to focus on love…I’m tired, but…I think it’s possible…
Love…I created a one-woman-show once about my nuclear family and love. I interviewed all of them and asked them three questions: when did you first fall in love, when did you first understand what love meant, and when did you fall in love with me…
My Dad answered that he guessed he fell in love with his first wife…was when he first fell in love…he said it was because they liked the same sorts of things…he didn’t go any further than that because I think he felt that it was awkward. He said he first understood love when my brother was born. He said it so simply; he said that he thought it was “wonderful”. I had never heard that word said so deeply before. I have always tried to emulate the way he said that word every time I say it. He said he first fell in love with me when I was born. There’s another story that is told about my first word…which, I guess, was “Dad”. My mom has said that the real story of my Dad falling in love with me involved the fact that my Dad was afraid to have a girl and she thought that I instinctively knew that and made it my duty to make him love me. I crawled over to him and said my first word, and my mom said he melted. My grandma (my mother’s mom) said that she loved watching my Dad watch us be born. She said that he was older (he was 14.5 years older than my mom) and his face was always so delighted to see us; not scared like my uncles were (my mom’s sisters’ husbands). So…who knows what the real story is…whether it was just my being born or whether I manipulated him into loving me with my baby skills…but…I did feel loved by that man…I felt it in his presence so purely that it never made me need it to come from anywhere else.
In my sophomore year of undergrad, I took a “Desire in Literature” class. We read Henry James’ THE AWKWARD AGE, Jane Austen’s SENSE AND SENSIBILITY, Gabriel Garcia Marquez’ LOVE IN THE TIME OF CHOLERA, and Toni Morrison’s PARADISE. Alongside these four novels we also read JUNG, TO LIVE BY. We were to analyze all of the books based on Jungian philosophy/psychology. Our professor talked to us about all the different levels of love. In PARADISE we finally examined Divine Love, and in that book I found my favorite quote about love. I will start tomorrow with that one…
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