Sunday, June 22, 2008

Sharing

Sharing is the best part of relationships. Sharing your thoughts, reactions, opinions, predilections, pleasures, perspectives with the ones you love fosters so much of the intimacy. I guess that's because in these ways you're sharing your self. Witnessing an act of sharing, you can feel the connection between two people, the breaking down of one ego wall so soul can mesh and engage with other soul. The guy comes back to his girlfriend after hanging with a buddy. He was intrigued by something that came up in conversation, and a minute after getting back in, he's telling girlfriend how dude had an eye-opening reading of Master K, the awesome character in their favorite comic. Friend inquires about a series of books by one author she sees on another friend's shelf. Friend A has not read a page by this author, "you like him?" Not only is he his favorite author, but more, Friend B shares, he has to think about it, but "he has such a beautiful optimism for humanity. Everything doesn't work out in the traditional sense, there's death, great change, and elimination of our societies, but it's ok, and he has us change so that we're better. I really identify with his voice." Guy appreciates his copy of the King Arthur tales, "you really get the Zen Consciousness Spontaneity of these knights. you venture out to execute your mission, but along the way, if there is a call upon your capacity as a knight, save a village, slay a dragon, etc., you focus on the task at hand, blocking out distractions of discomfort, inconvenience, bad odds, and resolve the crisis before resuming the original mission." Gal appreciates his sharing.

I guess this is the spirit behind take-her-flowers gestures. For a lot of folks, flowers are nice to have around, so it's an obvious way of doing something nice. Apart from the flowers, you're showing your regard for a person, and maybe presenting something interesting. You wouldn't get her sunflowers since you know the big seed heads freak her out. Daisies seem too common. A bunch of ranunculi are lovely. When you give them to her she'll get happy from the something nice, and your giving. Then she might pull out a small pitcher with the scene of ducks painted on one side. You'd forgotten about this pitcher and certainly would never have thought to place flowers in it. It looks charming, and utilized with the ranunculi. The ranunculi in turn look settled at home, and even more lovely than they did at the florist or wrapped in newsprint in your giving hands. You got the flowers knowing this could happen, that things could be better because she can appreciate them.

Sometimes my reading sets off my romantic notions. I thought this passage captured what i tried expressing above:

"The right girl is… everything. She can be everything. She can turn your life from empty to whole. She can make everything goddamn better, because she's so goddamn great, and anytime you see something else great in the world you want to bring it back to her, because she's going to love it and just make everything more great.." - Narrow Road

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