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This is Love?

Posted in book previews, inspirational, love, relationships, Uncategorized with tags , , , , on January 11, 2016 by cortneydanielbonner

“This is love?”  That was my first reaction when I felt that gaping whole in my stomach where my heart plummeted and shot out of my rectum like a meteor! Hmm… a meteor.  Yeah, that’s it! LOVE IS A METEOR! Who knows when its coming? Who the hell is gonna stop it when it gets here? Has SUPERMAN outsourced all of his superhero duties to China and India with all of the other job creators? 

So, where did this love come from? Will someone please tell me, who sent it? And why n’ the hell did it hit me? C’mon, think about it. If you were craving something sweet, you know what I’m talkin’ bout! Grabbed your keys and rushed outside right now, jumped into your Volkswagen and drove to Kroger to get ummmm…. some….I don’t know…….p-p-p-p-p-p-p-pumpkin pie or….yeah, pumpkin pie, in the the middle of rush hour, what are the chances love could happen to you?

With your luck, you catch every light, but you’re the model driver with no traffic violations or points on your license. So, you calmly apply your breaks, slowly exhale and start to relax when….VROOOMMMM! An all black pimped out Range Rover sittin’ on 22’s, blows past you and into the intersection followed by a barrage of loud horns and several expletives. Damn Rappers! You think to yourself and start to mumble a few expletives of your own when suddenly, a elderly nun in full garb, habit and all leans out the rear passenger window and flips the “bird” to me, the cars and the passengers behind her. You should be offended but you can barely restrain yourself from crackin’ the hell up ’til your sides hurt.

At that moment, the light changes and once irate crowd coolly cruise across the roadway. You do the same and turn into Kroger’s parking lot. Park. Get out and when you notice a group of kids wearing baseball caps with their jeans saggin’ with CDs in their hand trying to flag you down. So, you slyly make a B-line in the other direction and quickly avoid the mob. What do you care? You listen to Spotify anyway. Finally, walk into Kroger and head directly to the bakery not looking at anything else because you only have $4.27 for that p-p-p-p-p-p-p-pumkin pie. Toss your life savings at the cashier. Walk outside and then…. BAM! A “gangsta meteor” slams into your little black Beetle. Immediately, with the comedic timing of Chris Tucker all those bad ass kids scream i”Daaaaammm!”….in unison and start laughin’ in your face.

At best, you’re perturbed. Fate has been most unkind to you, then slowly a peaceful calm cascades over you face, you begin to grin and then you ask yourself:”You know how long that heat rock’s been on a crash course to crush your ride and change your life?” Considering the fact that you have no ride, no money, no appetite for no dam p-p-p-p-p-p-p-pumpkin pie and no idea what to do next cuz u got NO RIDE home, you’re feeling pretty good.

WHY IS THAT?

Well, on the other hand, there’s a possibility that rock might be of some use. How much do you think somebody is going to pay you for that rock when it cools? Huh? Yessir! You feel like that meteor is the best thing that ever happened to you. Sound familiar?

Now your on the news everyday. Everybody wants to hear your story. The state lottery signed you to a 1yr contract to be their spokesperson. The chances of getting struck by lightning 3 times are minuscule when you compare that to having a meteor demolish YO HOOPTIE! It’s all good! Life is good!. Life is really, really good, for now.

A week or so later, on a day when you thought life couldn’t get any better, the government shows up on your doorstep and politely request to ask you a few questions. Before you know it, special agents intervene, confiscate the rock for some tests and then issue a statement claiming that it was not a meteor but a by product of a top secret experiment being done on weather manipulation.(puts a different slant on the term M-E-T-E-O-R-ologist Hmmmmm.

Wow! Now, there goes the lottery contract. And you are now part of a government conspiracy investigation due to your involvement in the “hoax”. Yup! That’s love! NOW WHAT?

Fortunately, after the kicking and screaming has ceased, “clarity” bursts into the room like the DEA in a raid on a meth lab, yelling: “FREEZE!” Then quietly whispers: “balance, balance. ”

“Hello McFly?” A love that is true and meant for you consists of balance. Most importantly, real love is a journey of valleys, peaks, mountains and plains. This is the universal dynamic of exchange between you and that special someone.

As a result, the beauty that emerges, manifests into love. You see, love is miraculous as well as tragic. How fun would your favorite roller coaster be if it went up and never came down? Without a doubt, that would suck big time. If that same analogy were true of my recreational drug use years ago, I would not be sober enough to have the magnificent epiphany I am basking in this very moment. While, I’m at it, to be honest, if my addiction experience consisted of “highs” and “highs” only, I definitely wouldn’t be able to share this lesson with you. Or anything else for that matter.

Forgive me. I digress.

For some time now, I’ve been looking at love differently. When I envision it now, see it as a tree, in the early stages of growth, isolated in the middle of the Mojave Desert If you would, please picture that just for an uninterrupted solitary moment. Next, apply the laws of nature to it just like a tree. We all know, in order for the love/tree to grow properly, we first must dig a hole. Next, you plant a seed. Then, if you’re lucky, I mean really lucky and you make it that far, you gotta expose it to sunshine and rain.

Now here lies the delicate “balance” that sometimes renders love helpless suspended in a fragile state. Its imperative fir you to proceed with caution and gently sustain, “here it is again: ‘balance.'”. Understand! Too much of one and not enough of the other, will undoubtedly result in its destruction.

Believe me, it doesn’t happen to everyone every time. Some of us are more fortunate than others. But when your tree begins to grow, you just cant sit back and watch it. You must maintain it by manicuring and pruning it. This requires patience and commitment.

Congratulations, you have made it to the crucial juncture where many have fail because we are “moving too fast to engage ourselves” and commit to something of this magnitude. Indeed, love must be cherished not because of how wonderful it can make us feel, but because of how rare it is to find and evade the eminent possibility of loosing it.

It is here, at this point of love’s development, that the “haters” emerge and repeatedly remind you that love is a four-letter word. Although these unhappy clowns are persistent and relentless in their efforts to discourage, I never waver, I embrace love and submerge myself in its essence. I know that it is the most complicated word in our language because it can only be defined by itself. Worse than that, love is defined by each individual differently. I love it still.

Luckily, the absolute most endearing revelation I’ve been blessed to experience, was on my wedding day. Shhhh. (whispering) The first one. Just before I walked up to the alter, my mother took me by the hand and whispered into my ear: “Love is a verb not a noun.” I didn’t get it then. And it’s obvious because that marriage ended in divorce eight years later. In spite of my shortcomings then, I get it now. When you find that special someone, it is absolutely in your best interest to be proactive if you want a love that endures.

Whew! I’m getting a little misty-eyed so I will end this tirade and “put the man in the ground” as my mother would say. Ultimately, living life without mystery and needing to know everything is quite obnoxious. Life is imperfect, unpredictable and chaotic. These attributes are essential to its mystique.

Of course, there lies its beauty and the lessons we need to mature. Fear is the opposite of love and not knowing is the infatuation that sparks the towering inferno every human being longs to consume them. Kind of sadistic ain’t it?  For the official site click here

 

 

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