Comments on: Bring Me A Higher Love!

By: patrishcat

patrishcat — Thu, 09 Apr 2009 15:37:33 +0000

Thank-you for the encouragement, Laura Lee.

By: Laura Lee

Laura Lee — Wed, 08 Apr 2009 20:28:18 +0000

Hang in there Pat! A higher love is on the way….

By: patrishcat

patrishcat — Tue, 07 Apr 2009 20:43:32 +0000

Thank-you for this blog entry. I have that album. I’m going to make copies and have them every where I can play music.

I’m 52, never been married and just recently got jerked around by an old boyfriend… for the second time. My complete feeling of hopelessness made me susceptible to his game.

I will try to hope again.

By: midlifecrisisqueen

midlifecrisisqueen — Wed, 17 Dec 2008 17:33:52 +0000

Thanks Brad…what a lovely holiday lesson for everyone. Laura Lee

By: smilin' brad

smilin' brad — Wed, 17 Dec 2008 17:26:59 +0000

I think I read somewhere lately: “If you are miserable, you must like it”. Certainly, we have all experienced disappointments in our past as we move through the natural progression in Life towards Spiritual Consciousness and away from our society’s secular consumerism. But these experiences are not punishments for poor decisions but an opportunity to adjust our sails for a more efficient journey. The lyrics in a song, the words in a book, a knowing glance in the check out line, a handclasp in meeting someone, all invite me in the direction I want to go. Eckhart Tolle in his book “Awakening to Your life’s Purpose” says “The modalities of awakened doing are acceptance, enjoyment and enthusiasm”. make sure you are engaged in at least one of them when doing anything at all.
It’s all a blessing or a lesson.
Enjoy the journey.
Brad

By: midlifecrisisqueen

midlifecrisisqueen — Sun, 14 Dec 2008 19:54:09 +0000

Sophie:

YOU GO GIRL!!!
I’m pulling for ya….the Queen

By: Sophie

Sophie — Sun, 14 Dec 2008 19:04:39 +0000

I am reading this article at a time, in my fifties, when I am about to declare myself to a man who I turned down many years ago. He has always felt like a loose thread. My reasons at the time were complicated but I always regretted it. So, now, almost 20 years later, I’m sending him an invitation to give it a try. He comes with lots of baggage, as do I, but hell, time is a wastin’ and thinking about him, alone, with so much potential, just kills me. Time to risk. Time to live. I’ll let you know how it turns out.

By: CathyS

CathyS — Mon, 24 Nov 2008 22:52:01 +0000

I did a presentation last week at an independent living establishment. There were two couples who were ‘dating.’ It was really nice. We talked about how younger people think that older people are different, but they still want love, friendship, companionship, togetherness.

By: Rhea

Rhea — Mon, 24 Nov 2008 19:35:23 +0000

I am going to try this, the music thing. Thanks for the idea.

By: Ar Foster

Ar Foster — Sun, 23 Nov 2008 21:01:14 +0000

Laura,

Something inside me responded with excitement when I read “Bring Me a Higher Love!” Having given in to the reality of a probable loveless, partner-less life sometime around 1987, when the pain and disability caused by a mountain of illness declared violent war on my yearning for someone to send my future with, I admit that I had lost all excitement, all hope.

But, reading your post sparked that something in me and reminded me about those many nights spent either in dance clubs with exhilarating music and handsome professional men adoring me, or the more frequent times spent snuggling my partner as we enjoyed music that inspired and related to us.

Nowadays, I realize that I’ve allowed my disability and pain to be my partner, my lover, my confidant, all to the exclusion of any man who might come along. I hide behind the weight I’ve gained because my pain is so intense at times that cannot get out of bed or leave the house–even for commitments that I care deeply about.

All the while, I mourn the loss of any kind of meaningful love relationship. I ask myself and the universe…why? I try to understand how I can be someone so filled with love to share, who enjoyably gives–almost to the point of heartache–to whoever is my partner; why has this become my fate? Being a realist more so than someone with her head in the clouds; I’ve just dealt with it. Until now.

Now, hearing the words “Bring Me a Higher Love” mosey around my head, it is clear that the only one who can repair my life is me. I need to recognize that the part of me that is truly disabled is the part that allows me to love myself.

Now, oddly hearing the words of the worst president in American history, someone who is dumber than my dog (my bumper sticker informs me of this); BRING IT ON.

Ar Foster