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LRIA: THE OVERWEIGHT LOVER IN THE HOUSE - REMIX

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LRIA = LOVE’S REPARATIONS IN ACTION
(Don’t blame me if you hear Heavy D in the background while you’re reading this.)

It should come as no surprise to me or anyone else that people have different ideas of what love is, how relationships should work. It’s all subjective – we color our ideas based on our individual perspectives. While I don’t mind sharing my perspective or experiences with others when appropriate, I am very clear in telling them that MY experience doesn’t have to be theirs. Having said that, I’ve been privy to a few conversations recently where this little tidbit of “advice” was given by women to other women. It really puzzles me and when I asked them to explain it, not one of them could.

“Always make sure he loves you more than you love him.”

Have you ever heard that? What does it mean? I’m serious. First of all, are you in a relationship or a competition? Secondly, who’s doing the measuring? Is there a special scale that you step on each morning before your shower to weigh yourself? If you find yourself over your previous “weight of love”, do you cut back? How? Is there a threshold for how much HE loves you? Or for how much YOU love him? If his love for you exceeds yours by more than 10%, do you then ramp your love up by 5% and stay there until he’s again at more than 10%?

Why can’t I just love him however much I love him? I’m quite handy with tools of measurements – be they kitchen utensils, rulers, yardsticks, or miscellaneous hardware. But in this area? I’m stumped. I asked the folks giving this advice some of the questions I listened above. They all stammered and stuttered and assured me that my “attitude” was exactly why I was still single. I laughed. Cause um…all of them are single, have always been single, and they are all older than me. What? I’m not trying to be flip. I just wanted to understand why they issue this caution to other women. Love is a risk. Hell, LIFE is a risk. Point blank. No matter who loves who more or if you love each other the same. It’s still a risk. No one is immune to being hurt.

If you’re in a relationship, are you constantly trying to measure who cares more? I’ve never done that consciously. I’ve been in relationships where I could tell that I felt more deeply than my mate but…did that cause me to ratchet back my level of emotions? No. I don’t think I cared any less for him although I did reevaluate the relationship to figure out if it was a matter of his “motives” not being pure, if he wasn’t ready to go to that level, if he wasn’t emotionally available, etc. Consequently, if you feel that you’re that much deeper into it, you probably need to examine your own motives for ‘purity’ too – is it really about HIM specifically or just the idea that there is a “him”. Are you settling? Feeling desperate? Out to prove a point? Those kinds of things make sense to me in terms of “weighing love”. This thing about him loving you more doesn’t.

I just think if you’re that busy weighing and measuring how much you love someone against how much they love you, you give up a lot of time and energy that could be used more wisely. I also asked the group if it ever occurred to them that, in giving their all to whatever level they felt love for that person, it would inspire their mate to go deeper?

Maybe it’s just me. Maybe I’m too optimistic. One of the ladies said to me that it was apparent to her that I’d either never really been in love or never had my heart broken. I laughed long and hard at the one. I left her with that thought, a complimentary copy of “Love’s Reparations”, and an IOU for a copy of collection #4 which is all about heartbreak/ache.

Bottom line, I just want to love him as much as I love him at any given point in the relationship, for as long as the relationship lasts. As long as what he’s feeling for me is real, it’s true, and he’s going as deep with it as he can honestly, who cares if my love weighs more than his? Besides, love – true, unconditional love – will never weigh you down. Lift you up? Yes. But be a burden? If that’s the case, somebody isn’t doing it right. Why construct false barriers? Especially when most of us bring enough “real” issues into the equation to begin with?

Letting go of the idea that your partner should love you more than you love him, along with other silly relationship advice is one way to shed some weight…and maybe, just maybe, it will cut down on your “wait” too. Think about it.

~ Quotables ~

You don’t have to go looking for love when it’s where you come from. ~Werner Erhard

Just because somebody doesn’t love you the way you want them to, doesn’t mean they don’t love you with all they have. ~Author Unknown

Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place. ~Zora Neale Hurston



Live DELICIOUSLY!
~J~

LRIA*: BEAUTIFUL EPIPHANY

Emotionally Naked + Evolution + LRIA - 1 BackTalked

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::: NOTE: LRIA = Love’s Reparations in Action. :::

I’ve been wrestling with this post for almost two weeks, trying to find the words to explain this relationship epiphany I had. Friday, while trying to take my mind off the V.A. T.ech tragedy, I was clearing out emails, printing poetry so I can begin edits for my next collection. Oddly enough, I found this epiphany laced into several pieces.

It’s no secret that I’ve had my heart broken. It’s no secret that I’m a major cheerleader for LOVE, not that fake ‘margarine-type’ love but the real deal. It’s no secret that I don’t bad-mouth anyone that I dated or was interested in – I will tell the story of us (or the story of what I believed to be ‘us’ from my perspective in such a way that nobody is made out to be wrong. (Ain’t that grown? Well hang on cause the “grown-ness” continues.)

Late last year as I was licking my wounds so to speak, a thought came to mind about a “relationship” that I was told I imagined. It was a painful situation for a whole lot of reasons – the primary one being that it didn’t have to be. In the midst of all that pain (and anger – let’s keep it real), my initial thoughts were about how much I’d lost. Several months after that, many poems later, much prayer from self & beloved friends who didn’t know the details & didn’t ask, I realized that what I’d GIVEN to that friendship paled in comparison to what I got out of it.

Relationships are great teachers. I’d even go so far as to say that we learn our best lessons inside relationships (and that’s not confined to love relationships). Sometimes the lessons are easy, pretty, happy. Other times they’re hard, painful, dark. Maybe we learn them in the moment, sometimes we learn them long after the lesson (and the relationship) has ended. What I know and believe with my whole heart is that relationships aren’t about the other person – they are a mirror to show you your own stuff up close and personal and give you space to deal with them.

And so, “that” relationship – the one that had me painfully living out the title of my poetry collection? THAT “relationship” brought me so much more than it cost me. I didn’t realize it, not then but I guess that is the very thing that kept me from cursing his name, from going to that vengeful place, from hiding the beauty of me from the next person to come my way.

It brought me the birth of an epiphany (and yeah, there is a poem by that name). The epiphany? EACH RELATIONSHIP YOU ENGAGE IN SHOULD WALK YOU DEEPER INTO WHO YOU REALLY ARE.

Just typing that makes me smile. Think about it. Isn’t that what you want from your relationships, from your AUTHENTIC interactions with other people? To walk away being richer than when you came into them? Whether they last for a reason, a season or a lifetime. Think of the beauty of that. That is a powerful revelation. When you start interacting with people from that perspective - knowing that whatever the outcome you’ll walk away with a better understanding of yourself - you can and will leave your expectations and irrational fears at the door. You can then enjoy the interaction and embrace the lessons it brings.

Now, I got the nudge about that lesson as I was hobbling along the learning curve but being in pain, I pushed it off to the side. The catalyst for bringing it fully to my conscious was a different interaction. This interaction actually models it for me, makes it real, plain speak. Even in my moments of hesitation, in my being “allowed” to drive (for now ) – I see that I’m deeper inside who I really am, who I’m meant to be. See, even in the midst of all that pain, I saw something beautiful – little did I know that part of that beauty was my own reflection. And so, I want to get closer – to go beyond the surface, dig deeper into myself. What better way to do that than inside a friendship that challenges every comfort zone you have?

I look back and I can almost see in my mind’s eye where the hand-off happened. See that spot where the heartache started? That was the handoff. And you know what? It wasn’t about him walking away, not choosing me, not…whatever. It was about the fact that he was not my destination, he was simply a part of a beautiful journey…and he wasn’t meant to go any further. To have stayed there with him in that moment would have stunted my growth. I see that now. I won’t lie – I’ve had my “what-if” moments but I know now that in that moment, in that time and place, as beautiful as it was (and it was indeed a beautiful thang), it couldn’t be anything more than what it was no matter how much I may have wanted it to be.

Whew! I gotta pause right there and do my victory dance because Baby, whether you know it or not, that’s some emotional shackle-breaking real talk right there. If it don’t fit, don’t force it. And so it is also with matters of the heart. T.D. Jakes says “If people can walk away from you – for whatever reason, let them go – your destiny isn’t tied to the one who walks away.” He’s right – your destiny is tied to the one who stays…in the face of, in spite of, because of…for however long they’re mean to stay…to teach you, to mirror your stuff.

There’s a part two to my beautiful epiphany: Just as it is with life, LOVE IS A JOURNEY – NOT A DESTINATION – AND EVEN WHEN ‘THE ONE’ SHOWS UP, THE JOURNEY DOESN’T END. At that point, you’re just getting to the good part. Here’s to beautiful journeys.

Travel well my Lovelies, travel well.

Live DELICIOUSLY!
~ J ~

STRONG ENOUGH FOR A WOMAN

LRIA + Mental Cramps + Vintage Jayy - 1 BackTalked


Not feeling overly bloggish these days but…I need to rescue my blog from blog obscurity AND I told one of my girlfriends that I was going to finish at least one post that I’d started over the last couple of weeks & get it out there. Um…ok, so I’m going to do just that but just so you know, this ISN’T the entry I had intended to use. It is however, the one I NEED.

“Strong Enough for a woman, made for a man.” You remember that slogan, right? Secret deodorant?

I’ve been told that I’m a strong woman, a strong person. I don’t disagree with that assessment. BUT…I’m also a woman who KNOWS she’s a woman, who likes her softer side, who knows when to let herself be vulnerable, when to call her strength into action. Who knows that it isn’t about being right – it’s about being appreciated, needed, respected, wanted…loved. Who knows that she doesn’t have to use her strength as a weapon AND right about now…I’d give anything to not have to be that strong woman – just for a little while.

To have someone hold my hand, tell me to “Shhhh….be still….rest yourself…”

To pick up the phone, hear you say a simple hello as I dissolve into tears while you say, “I’m on my way”.

To be able to just curl up on the sofa in a hug – warm, deep, inviting – a hug that says “You’re safe. I got you.”

To hear someone say, “You can let your guard down. I’ll keep the world at bay.”

To just BE in that space with someone who gets me – really gets me – both in terms of my words…and my silence. To just BE in that space with them. Letting the silence speak to us, for us, through us. Just being comfortable.

To have that one place where no masks are needed, walls are not allowed, fears are faced head on, judgment is tossed out the window, truth flows freely like oxygen, words mean what we say they mean. That place where you know – beyond a shadow of a doubt – that your safety (emotional, physical & otherwise) is first and foremost in that person’s mind. That giving you back your smile is all they want to do in that moment.

Maybe that’s really what I want. Not to forfeit, give up, or trade my strength. But to have a SAFE HAVEN. A place to go to rejuvenate. Rest. Replenish my spirit. Refresh my mind. A place where I can be vulnerable…and still be safe. A place where my worth is recognized – regardless of what I do…or don’t do. A place where I can simply be me – as silly as I want to be, as complicated as I am, kind, funny, tired…whatever combination of me exists at that moment…and it will be all good.

I’m blessed enough to have a few strong ports in the storm. (Pausing to say “Thank You” – you know who you are – it’s all love.) But I’m holding out for that one magical, mystical “Wal-Mart” of safe havens…where I can get everything I need, whenever I need it…24 hours a day, 7 days a week. The cost? The recognition that it’s okay to give into my weakness, my vulnerability some times. That it’s okay to let my guard down. That it’s okay to want or need someone…their strength, their energy, their honesty, their quiet spirit, their laughter, their warmth. To know not only that I want it, that I need it, but also that I truly deserve it, that it’s AUTHENTIC…and freely given.

Knowing that…admitting it…reflects a lot of growth. And it takes a lot of strength….courage…and wisdom. Right now, in THIS moment, I need you. I’m strong enough to admit that….are you strong enough to be that? Cause right here, right now, in this moment, in this space - I can & I do tell you this: I AM strong enough for a woman, strong enough AS a woman…but I’m MADE for a man.

~ J~


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