How deep is your love?
Those were the first words that came to my mind tonight. I sat here in front of my cold laptop – it was begging for mercy, it was begging for warm words of love, or if such words could not be produced, it was begging to be shut down, because, baby its cold outside. You girls are better at this sort of thing than I am. You have an aptitude for this work. My patience gets tested too much and I’d much rather get on with the writing.
But, if I’m not mistaken, those last words, weren’t they once sung by the great songbird, Billy Holliday? Baby, its cold outside. In any case, those words have been immortalized, and by now, hundreds of covers must have been reproduced over the years. Those first words that came to me tonight come, of course from that lovely band of troopers from the sixties and the seventies, The Bee Gees.
Google a bit on the tragic life and loves on the great Billy Holliday. If any of you like authentic jazz then you are bound to like this sad song bird’s music. Perhaps some of you have listened to her records before? Perhaps not? I must be honest, I haven’t. Once I get my ears fixed, I wouldn’t mind spending more time with this lady. Yes, I have a problem with my ears. I’m almost as deaf as a doorknob.
Thankfully, this does not keep me from my work. It’s a blessing in disguise, actually. I can’t hear much, so things are very quiet for me. So I guess that way I’m able to concentrate on my work (and my blogging) a bit better. Thank goodness I am not as blind as a bat. What would happen to me then? This mini crisis of mine got me thinking about all of those who are disabled in a big way.
It got me thinking about how they have to get through each day with their handicaps. It got me thinking about how blessed most of us (including me) are in that we are still able bodied and can still do pretty much as we please. So, wouldn’t it be a good idea then to put our God-given talents to good use. Wouldn’t it be a good thing if we can all lend a hand where we can and help those who really can’t help themselves at this time?
I was going to spend most of my time writing purely about love in this blog post, but look where personal circumstances alter our train of thought. Although I must add that the way this post took a turn has not strayed from the subject of love. I guess many readers would have been expecting something along the lines of romantic love. I certainly had some thoughts in mind, but I think I’ve had more experience of real, true love.
True love, I believe, goes a lot further than romantic love. This is easy for me to say because my experiences of ardent and passionate embraces have been few and far between these last few years. Not that I’m complaining. It’s human to miss these moments sometimes, but it’s also not a bad thing to have things to do that keeps us from dreaming too much. What say you on this then?
You can choose your friends, but you cannot choose your family.
When I think about it, I did not always choose my friends. Young, free-spirited but still quite lonely, there was