The title of this blog may not make sense, but it is a line from my favourite poem:

Sonnet XVII By Pablo Neruda

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way..

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

The 3rd stanza is so powerful, and has remained with me for years.  My whole life I have felt as though my feelings and/or actions are  determined by the fact that I simply know no other way. I am guilty of following my heart first, always with my brain trying it’s best to keep up.  It has been a strength, but also a heartbreaking weakness.

This blog is simply a place for me to share, vent, review, create, and just be me.  Please bear with me while I get this blogging thing worked out.



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