Comments on: The Myth of The One. Letting it Spill. Letting it Go.

By: Niche as Self. Blog as Journey. — muse

Niche as Self. Blog as Journey. — muse — Sun, 04 Jul 2010 13:27:48 +0000

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By: Regret Is A Luxury And A Vice | Cleavage by Kelly Diels.

Regret Is A Luxury And A Vice | Cleavage by Kelly Diels. — Sat, 12 Jun 2010 22:40:13 +0000

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By: Ash

Ash — Wed, 24 Mar 2010 18:35:16 +0000

You had me with every aching, tender word.

By: Kelly Diels

Kelly Diels — Wed, 24 Mar 2010 14:48:34 +0000

@Shauntelle, abandoning the myth of the one has been a revolution. Instead of abandoning the idea of love, I've opened myself up to seeing I have it right now, in so many ways, from so many people. I was discounting their love because it didn't come wrapped up in "forever". I have never felt as loved as I do, now.

By: Shauntelle

Shauntelle — Wed, 24 Mar 2010 14:36:59 +0000

You made me cry this morning Kelly… I grapple with this in my heart often. Is there a “the ONE”? How can I feel it, if he doesn’t? And if there’s not… what is there?

How do you know “chosen” isn’t a pretty way to say “settling”?

I often feel cynical as I struggle with these ideas; hope for me means believing that this struggle is really a way to break down walls in and around my heart, to expand my ideas of love and loving. My hope is that this struggle will teach me the truth of love… but in the middle of the process, often it feels like a futile and hopeless fight.

By: Lindsey

Lindsey — Wed, 24 Mar 2010 12:15:17 +0000

“That hope, like water, was hard to contain in my porous membrane.” You reading my mind again?
Thank you. This is just so true.

By: Lianne

Lianne — Tue, 23 Mar 2010 05:43:29 +0000

In working with a couple of clients who were fixated on the “one true love” that lived in their past it became very clear that who they were pining for was not that person at all – but for who *they* were when they were with that person. And that person is always available to us, s/he just needs to be uncovered, rediscovered.

So as the wonderful poet June Jordan says (and this is uncanny as I just quoted her earlier today on twitter – what are the odds?)- We are the ones we’ve been waiting for.

By: Kelly Diels

Kelly Diels — Tue, 23 Mar 2010 05:06:43 +0000

@ami | 40daystochange, you make me giggle. I *am* feeling strangely grown up and complete. Even happy.

By: Kelly Diels

Kelly Diels — Tue, 23 Mar 2010 05:05:57 +0000

@Sanford, "It is but to stay open to meeting them." Sanford, beautiful. I may have to print that out and pin it somewhere I can see it every day.

By: Sanford

Sanford — Tue, 23 Mar 2010 00:23:45 +0000

There are a few (less than a handfull) of people that I have met in my life, that I have had that experience with. Where communication went beyond words and the world felt bigger and more free just from their presence. Soul mates? probably the closest I’ll ever know. I loved these people when they were in my life, and miss them still. There are others out there. I’m sure. It is but to stay open to meeting them.