Lugh’s Garden

Sometimes, in the course of living, and loving, we encounter emotions that become so profound, as to overwhelm us, to block from our view, the anchor points of our lives that give us stability. These emotions don’t start out that way, they start as a smile, a kind word, a lock of hair brushed casually from an eye, and we barely notice that we’ve noticed. But notice we do, and we put that moment in our emotional bank to see if it will draw interest. Somewhere down the road, these moments start to come more quickly, partly because of relationships that build, and partly because we expect them, need them, will them to occur. And the account builds, as any good investment should, interest accruing upon investment, upon interest, until…
The reality of the moments, those individual deposits that have come one at a time, is forgotten in its individuality, and this new thing is seen as something with a life of its own. Being alive, it needs to be fed, and we feed it those moments, those kind words, that flashing smile, and they are all consumed. But, it is not love, this bright, new emotion. It is the glorification of need, a conflagration of passions that have been untouched for too long, and it carries a price. Just as the sun’s brilliance blocks from view, the beauty of the stars, so does the overwhelming nature of this emotion hide those little moments of beauty that so brighten our lives. So we spend our time thinking about this emotion, contriving ways to get more moments to feed it, using up those moments before we even have a chance to enjoy them.
Is there a lesson to be learned here? Maybe we shouldn’t save our moments of joy, maybe we should just savor them and move on. Maybe we should spend our time living in each bit of time we occupy, then let it pass, like a path through a garden, enjoying each flower where it grows, picking none. Will I learn these lessons? Probably not, too many years walking in the same circle to climb out of the rut now. But that’s another story.

In case there are any out there who read these small bits from my life, and wonder why things have slowed down, I have had some major ISP issues, and have switched to earthlink. I can be found at:

r.w.dean@earthlink.net

and I hope to be back in full swing within the week. My old AT&T addresses are now fully defunct, so I’ll need to make a bunch of adjustments before everything gets back to my version of normal
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Rarely in my life, have I found a soul so rich in love, that it cannot help but fill those it encounters with the joy of living. Such a soul have I found, that has made this site possible. It is an old soul, a veteran of many passions, and a nurturing soul, living the potential within it, and creating more joy than it will ever know. May all of her dreams come true, may she live long and richly. And I pray that this site does justice to the One who has made it possible.
Thank you, Aine,
lughshand