Old Fashioned Love and Cheesy Ads
Jul. 11th, 2011 07:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cedar_groveFrom The Book of Awakening: Having the Life You Want by Being Present to the Life You Have.
When I think of those who've taught me how to love, moments come to mind, not words.
Speaking of universal love, and love of family, not necessarily romantic love here, because – what I can remember of romantic love, Gran was always screaming at Granddad… no fault of her own, it was just her age, you know…? But in other ways, I'd say my paternal grandmother is the one person from whom moments of the kind of closeness and love of a familial and universal love combine in one.
We used to spend almost all of the school summer holidays with my grandparents, because they retired to the coast, and well, what child doesn't want to live at the seaside for the summer, right? As such, it was my grandmother that first really noticed my coming to maturity, and who took care of me in that regard. It sticks in my mind because she was always so terribly proper, and so terribly polite about all those kinds of things, so… when she said she had noticed, and would I like her to take me to the pharmacy for supplies, it just stuck in my mind. What I remember most, I think is her telling me a list of the things I would need (and the 'older ladies' among us may or may not remember such things), she was talking about things like belts and loops and things… I looked at her nonplussed and told her of the wonders of 'self adhesive' and she being quite astounded in a kind of 'whatever will they think of next' kind of thing. I loved her for it all the same. It was a special, bonding moment.
On an entirely different note – and not at all what Buddha intended I'm sure, but right now my 'love' goes out to Priceline, who managed to find me a fantastically priced flight for the last leg of my grand adventure to get to NC this year. LOL Mr. Shatner may make cheese ads, but the service is second to none. Who cares if I have to get from JFK to LaGuadia (the shuttle bus is only $12 and leaves every 30 mins), the whole round trip flight is only slightly more expensive than a one way bus ride!
Like the moon,
come out from behind
the clouds! And shine!
--Buddha
When I think of those who've taught me how to love, moments come to mind, not words.
Speaking of universal love, and love of family, not necessarily romantic love here, because – what I can remember of romantic love, Gran was always screaming at Granddad… no fault of her own, it was just her age, you know…? But in other ways, I'd say my paternal grandmother is the one person from whom moments of the kind of closeness and love of a familial and universal love combine in one.
We used to spend almost all of the school summer holidays with my grandparents, because they retired to the coast, and well, what child doesn't want to live at the seaside for the summer, right? As such, it was my grandmother that first really noticed my coming to maturity, and who took care of me in that regard. It sticks in my mind because she was always so terribly proper, and so terribly polite about all those kinds of things, so… when she said she had noticed, and would I like her to take me to the pharmacy for supplies, it just stuck in my mind. What I remember most, I think is her telling me a list of the things I would need (and the 'older ladies' among us may or may not remember such things), she was talking about things like belts and loops and things… I looked at her nonplussed and told her of the wonders of 'self adhesive' and she being quite astounded in a kind of 'whatever will they think of next' kind of thing. I loved her for it all the same. It was a special, bonding moment.
On an entirely different note – and not at all what Buddha intended I'm sure, but right now my 'love' goes out to Priceline, who managed to find me a fantastically priced flight for the last leg of my grand adventure to get to NC this year. LOL Mr. Shatner may make cheese ads, but the service is second to none. Who cares if I have to get from JFK to LaGuadia (the shuttle bus is only $12 and leaves every 30 mins), the whole round trip flight is only slightly more expensive than a one way bus ride!
