A Childs Story
I remember a children’s story where a tree loved a little boy. Every day the boy would swing from the trees branches and sleep in it’s shade. Nothing made the tree more happy than this.
But soon the boy grew older and needed more from the tree. He asked the tree for money. So the tree gave him his apples to sell.
Years later the boy came back to the tree in need of a house. So the tree gave the boy his branches to build a home.
Eventually the boy thought his life to be sad and he wanted a happier place to spend his time, so the tree gave the boy his trunk with which to build a boat.
When the boy became an old man he returned to the tree one last time. Yet the tree, now just a stump was happy to see the boy; an old man, and offered him all he had left, the stump for the boy to rest upon. A as always the tree was happy to give the boy whatever he needed. The tree was happy.
In this story the tree offered the boy unconditional love, even when the relationship was only one sided.
Non of us are experts on the subject of love and marriage, But I think most of us know that we are happiest when we are not focused on our individual selves, but instead we work at making each other happy.
Sometimes it’s little things like doing the dishes when it’s not your turn, and sometimes it’s the big things like doing the dishes when it’s not your turn. If you can put each other first, if you can be like the tree, your relationship will always be as strong as it is today.
Now if you ever forget what this tree has to do with the socks on the floor, I’ll leave you with this reading. It won’t make the laundry disappear, or cut the lawn or do the marketing for you but it might make the task more fulfilling.
Readings of Love
From A Natural History Of Love
By Diane Ackerman
Love. What a small word we use for an idea so immense and powerful. It has altered the flow of history, calmed monsters, kindled works of art, cheered the forlorn, turned tough guys to mush, consoled the enslaved, driven strong women mad, glorified the humble, fueled national scandals, bankrupted robber barons, and made mincemeat of kings. How can love's spaciousness be conveyed in the narrow confines of one syllable? Love is an ancient delirium, a desire older than civilization, with taproots spreading into deep and mysterious days. The heart is a living museum. In each of its galleries, no matter how narrow or dimly lit, preserved forever like wondrous diatoms, are our moments of loving, and being loved.
Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.
But if you love and must have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise on your lips.
The Prophet by Kahil Gibran
Above you are the stars, below you are the stones. As time passes remember… Like a star should your love be constant, like the earth should your love be firm. Possess one another yet be understanding. Have patience with each other, for storms will come, but they will quickly pass. Be free in giving of affection and of warmth. Have no fear, and let not the ways or words of the unenlightened give you unease, for there is no greater magic on this world than two people joined together in love.
"You were born to be together, and together you shall be forevermore.
You shall be together when the wings of death scatter your days.
Ay, you shall be together even in your silent memory.
But let there be spaces in your togetherness,
and let the winds of the heaven dance between you.
Love one another, but make not a bondage of love.
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
Fill each other's cup, but drink not from one cup.
Give one another of your bread, but eat not of the same loaf.
Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each of you be alone,
Even as the strings of a lute are alone, though they quiver with the same music.
Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping,
For only the hand of life can contain your hearts.
And stand together, yet not too near together,
For the pillars of the temple stand apart,
And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in shadow."
Readings make a nice addition to any ceremony, it breaks up my voice, and guests appreciate lighter wedding ceremonies, these are but a few in my collection.
More on the way, so stay tuned.
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