Zazie
Welcome Back Zazie!
Dear Zazie, Welcome back! So very nice to get your note. I was away for awhile, wrapped up in work at the ranch. But I have been comin’ back here since the end of May. Glad you are back in the conversation! I really like the picture you left. And as for your question, yes there is this thing called love. But it makes a big difference what kind of love you are lookin’ for. Are you lookin’ for true love? Cowboy Coleridge has known and lost true love and he is lookin’ for another true love. Are you lookin’ for lust love? Well then you are a friend of mine because that is what I want. Are you lookin’ for any kind of love whatever form it takes? In that case, you are a friend of Jett’s. He is always lookin’ for a future ex-wife, future ex-girlfriend or future ex-whatever.
Missed you Z! You made my day!
Rhett
OMGosh I cannot believe it!
Rhett,
I came by the cafe today and could not believe my eyes! You still are placing notes under the napkin holder! The owner had a box in the back and it had all these letters from the past months. I stopped checking cause I thought you were gone. Hello Cowboy Coleridge! Oh Rhett…. So much has happened and then again nothing has changed. I am just not as good with words…sometimes it spins so fast I don’t know where to focus. Sometime you don’t feel love or even feel that you can grasp love. Is there really this thing called love? Then you come across a sign…
Does Abstinence Make the Artist?
Dear Zazie, Here is today’s Lover’s Almanac from Cowboy Coleridge to his muse. Follow Cowboy on twitter @cowboycoleridge. Hope you are well. You must be very busy. Do not forget to take care of yourself. Rhett
The Lover’s Almanac
Dear Muse,
Today is WB Yeats‘ birthday. One of my very favorite poets. He was born in 1865 in Sandymount, County Dublin, Ireland. In 1889, he first met Maud Gonne, who he fell in love with. But she, was in love with Lucien Millevoye a French journalist and right-wing politician with whom she would have two children. Many of Yeats’s poems are inspired by her, or mention her. He wrote the plays The Countess Cathleen and Cathleen Ní Houlihan for her. His poem Aedh wishes for the Cloths of Heaven ends with a reference to her:
I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
Few poets have celebrated a woman’s beauty to the extent Yeats did in his lyric verse about Gonne. From his second book to Last Poems, she became the Rose, Helen of Troy (in No second Troy), the Ledaean Body (Leda and the Swan and Among School Children), Cathleen Ní Houlihan, Pallas Athene and Deirdre. Gonne turned down several proposals from Yeats before marrying John McBride with whom she would have a son, Seán MacBride. She and MacBride would separate in 1904. Gonne and Yeats finally consummated their relationship in Paris in 1908. Yeats’ long years of fidelity, so to speak, were rewarded at last, although Yeats would later remark that “the tragedy of sexual intercourse is the perpetual virginity of the soul.” The relationship did not develop into a new phase after their night together. Soon afterwards, Gonne wrote to the poet indicating that despite the physical consummation, they could not continue as they had been: “I have prayed so hard to have all earthly desire taken from my love for you and dearest, loving you as I do, I have prayed and I am praying still that the bodily desire for me may be taken from you too.” By January 1909, Gonne was sending Yeats letters praising the advantage given to artists who abstain from sex. Nearly twenty years later, Yeats recalled the night with Gonne in his poem “A Man Young and Old”:
My arms are like the twisted thorn
And yet there beauty lay;
The first of all the tribe lay there
And did such pleasure take;
She who had brought great Hector down
And put all Troy to wreck.
I never tire of tellin’ that story. So he had a muse and a great unrequited love. And then to have consummated that love at long last; in Paris! How could life be any better! And then to lose her! How could life be more bitter! How well I know the better and the bitter. If Gonne was correct about the advantage given to artists who abstain from sex, then I can look forward to a writing windfall.
dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep. – WB Yeats
Still,
CC
Allowing God To Do His Work!
Dear Rhett,
So glad to see that you are hanging in there. I was thinking something must have happened to you.
Please don’t get me wrong about saying the word love. In my opinion when it leaves my mouth again it will only be because I am about to burst. It would have to be because I feel it so deep inside not saying it would cause me pain. As far as hearing it I don’t believe it will ever have the same meaning to me. I would much rather feel it than to ever hear it again.
I am now deciding to focus on my love for life and how I view things. I believe that if God wants someone in my life he will just have to have me trip over him as I chase my dreams. Really it has always been up to him but I sometimes felt I needed to do my part in trying to meet him.
I hope that you will be able to continue to come to the coffee shop and leave me a note here and there! This is a place for coffee and tea! You can share what you like. Rant, Rave and anything else is welcome.
Zazie
Love, Yes More! by Rhett
Dear Z,
In response to your post Love No More!, let me say this; I agree almost completely with your post, except for one thing. First, with what I agree:
I agree about the use of the word “love”. I used to throw that word around like a rope over anything that moved. I used it to get what I wanted, or what I thought I wanted. It came in very handy and served its purpose when all I cared about was the sound of belt buckles hittin’ the floor.
Then I met her. The one that taught me so much about life and love. I tried my sure fire git-in-your-pants tricks on her but she just laughed. I used the word love and she just shook her head. She told me I did not have any idea what love meant and that first I had to love myself. Of course, she was right. I did not. Luckily, she saw somethin’ in me and she saved me. She helped me understand that first I had to accept who I was, baggage and all. Then she showed me what is possible with love. That it is about respect and holdin’ hands and bein’ with someone just to be. That it is about thinkin’ and carin’ and not havin’ to say you are sorry. That it is about two as one and each bein’ for the other and both not feelin’ complete without the other. It was almost indescribable and I think that is part of the challenge; you do not know you have until you do. I you have to ask the other, you are clearly not there.
Now with what I disagree; you must be open to sayin’ it again, you must be open to hearin’ it again. That is our reason for bein’. That is what it is all about. There is no higher achievement in life than true love. I have seen it in one other couple and I had it once. I hope you have the urge to say it again and I hope you hear it from someone who knows what it means. Just try to take precautions with your heart and enjoy the journey. Love no more?! No; love, yes more!
Rhett
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Maybe Love Maybe Not by Rhett
Hey Zazie,
Well I have been away as well. Had to make a trip out to Big Sky country. The wide open spaces are a part of me. I cannot be long without them.
Well, so sad to hear that you found bitterness. I am glad you tried though. I think one should always reach for the rose. You just have to know that you might end up with the thorns. I think it is always worth the risk. I know this phrase has been way overused, but I have always believed that what does not kill you only makes you stronger. Besides, for me the pain would make me a better writer. So I say, bring it on love! If you are wiser as you say, then I say it was worth it. I hate that you were hurt, but had you not tried, you dang sure would not have found true love. So no maybes about it. Git back in the saddle. Maybe you will not find the one but the only thing for certain is this; the only guarantee is that if you do not try you will not find him. Maybe just maybe, know any cowboys?
Rhett
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Love no more!
Dear Rhett or anyone sitting at the table today,
I just want to rant and say not only do I not want to say it ….I don’t want to hear it again! I wasn’t even close to saying it anyway with this last guy. I had my walls up and I was not afraid to tell him. It was not that I was making him pay for things that had happened in the past but I felt I was giving us time for love to grow.
There is no love before respect! There is no love before learning about my likes and dislikes. You can’t love me and not know my pets names. You can love the way I look, the way I laugh or maybe you can love the way I handle a situation. There are things you can love about me and I can do the same back but it hardly holds a candle to the Love I am talking about when it actually comes from inside.
I go back to my original note. The one where we met. Love? Is there such a thing as this? How would one just cut it off? I knew he was falling to fast. He started saying it way to soon. He would then ask me “Do you love me?” What an awful and dumb thing to ask a person. I think it reeks of insecurity. In a new relationship how would one answer that? Should I say not yet. Maybe one day. I tend to sit in silence as I really don’t want to hurt the persons feelings. I am sorry I just don’t throw it around. I also do not want to hear it if you can seriously cut it off after a mere disagreement.
I think of all the people in my life that use it. Family, friends and then these guys that blow in and out of my life. The crazy thing is of all the people I can think of….the ones I can depend on no matter what….guess what??? We have never muttered the word to each other. Isn’t that crazy? If I really had a crisis and I needed to call someone…no strings attached. These people and myself have never said it ever to the other. And you know what? I know that they do. So, yes I know love and feel love. I just don’t want to say it or hear it again!
I hereby announce the word LOVE is the most misused word in the English language. Need I say more? Please if you can think of another enter it in the comments below!
Love ya! Mean it!
Zazie
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While I Was Away…..
Maybe…….
To my dear friends Rhett and Jett,
As you know I have been away. I was whisked away by a man only to return more wise and at the same time more bitter. I am thinking single is the life for me. I tried something different only to discover that the other side is just about the same. Another man claiming love and yet again not having a clue what it means. Maybe I continue to select the wrong ones…. Maybe my luck has been bad…. Maybe I’m chasing a dream…. Maybe I will never find him…. Maybe because I’m getting to old…. Maybe my mind is not free….Maybe what I look for doesn’t exist….Maybe I’m right and maybe I am wrong…. Maybe I will be alone the rest of my life…. Maybe I should stop trying… Maybe try more…Maybe just maybe.
Zazie
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