Well, passion might possibly involve weenies, but then again…

This may be a rambling post, but I think I have a point, may…be.

I was considering the various incarnations of passion today; passion for one’s significant other, passion for one’s children and pets and extended family. Passion for political causes and religious beliefs or lack of religious beliefs. Passion for nature and wild animals and sporting events. Passion for life.

The truth is, passion contains love and hate, both great motivators, both the stuff of legend. Both at the very heart of story-telling.

I rarely inhabit that in-between space where one might find like or dislike, well, maybe there’s one thing – apple pie. My father is passionate about apple pie. It’s his favorite. I eat it to be polite, but if I never tasted another piece of apple pie for the rest of my life, I’d wouldn’t be sorry. I don’t hate apple pie, but its weight on my passion scale is about the same as a post-it note, maybe less.

As I drove through town today, avoiding tourists who insist upon turning the wrong way onto one-way streets, crossing in front of my car when I have a green light, swerving into my lane of traffic for no apparent reason, I was thinking I hate tourists with a passion, despite the fact that they bring money into our valley.

Then I got to wondering, what else do I hate? I mean besides my generic hatred of evil people.

I hate the mere sight of green peppers with such a grand passion that if I was Queen of the World I would ban the sale of green peppers until they ripen into red peppers. Yet I passionately love chilies of all colors, shapes, sizes and heat levels.

I hate jasmine tea.

I hate every chef who has ever used hibiscus tea as a flavoring in any dish, sweet or savory.

I hate Walmart because the mere act of entering the local store gives me an immediate panic attack.

Hate is a powerful word. Maybe I’m playing fast and loose with it. It’s not a word for weenies, but then, neither is love. Love is hard. People suffer for love or because of it or despite it.

You can hate someone and still be kind to them. You can love someone and be cruel. Interesting… I have no idea if I made any sense at all.

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The topic?   PASSION!

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“And remember my sentimental friend, a heart is not judged by how much you love, but by how much you are loved by others.” The Wizard of Oz to the Tin Man.

“Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always preserves.”
– 1 Corinthians 13:4-7

How on earth are you ever going to explain in terms of chemistry and physics so important a biological phenomenon as first love? Albert Einstein

I hold it true, whate’er befall;
I feel it, when I sorrow most;
‘Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all. Alfred Lord Tennyson

Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings. Anais Nin

Where love rules, there is no will to power; and where power predominates, there love is lacking. The one is the shadow of the other. Carl Jung

For there is one thing I can safely say: that those bound by love must obey each other if they are to keep company long. Love will not be constrained by mastery; when mastery comes, the God of love at once beats his wings, and farewell — he is gone. Love is a thing as free as any spirit; women naturally desire liberty, and not to be constrained like slaves; and so do men, if I shall tell the truth. Geoffrey Chaucer

Free love? As if love is anything but free! Man has bought brains, but all the millions in the world have failed to buy love. Man has subdued bodies, but all the power on earth has been unable to subdue love. Man has conquered whole nations, but all his armies could not conquer love. Man has chained and fettered the spirit, but he has been utterly helpless before love. High on a throne, with all the splendor and pomp his gold can command, man is yet poor and desolate, if love passes him by. And if it stays, the poorest hovel is radiant with warmth, with life and color. Thus love has the magic power to make of a beggar a king. Yes, love is free; it can dwell in no other atmosphere. Emma Goldman

 

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