It Is The way Of Love

The rain comes

to lift the wilt from flower.

The friend comes

wets the ground about the soul

The rain knows when to go,

lest life it comes to save

drowns in soil

too wet to keep the root.

It is, in the alone,

that root sinks deep

and anchors us

to ground we keep

without the sinking

drought will come

wither friend and flower away.

The flower knows,

it is the way of love.

The friend knows

rain must

come again tomorrow.

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Nellieanna 4 years ago from TEXAS

Beautiful, Alan - almost has a cadence and feel of Native American wisdom. Do you thick so? In the way it reaches into earth for truth, perhaps.

Yes, it is that balance that sustains the plant

and keeps its flower fresh.

Inundation is disastrous, even from love itself.

Drought is worse, if love retreats.

Clinging hurts; so does abandonment.

Love teaches these things

but people get greedy or too needy.

Greed and need suck out the life of the plant till it's destroyed

and withers there.

But Love knows and notices the struggles of the plant.

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arb 4 years ago from oregon Author

I think you are right ( it sounds like some old indian remedy spilling from old to young) sometimes, growing up requires more from us more than friend can ever bring. Sometimes, we are spared the trial intended for our good. Sometimes, sheltering the flower from rain, kills the flower we seek to save. Love must measure where and when. When showering indiscriminately, love mistakes its purpose; to meet us in our need, but measure us in our want. Anyway, I was mostly moved by watching parents and children today. In the quest to soothe their childrens want, parents may be prohibiting the growth of root.

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Nellieanna 4 years ago from TEXAS

Ah - a wise, thoughtful reply. What else?! Oh, yes - that's my observation, as well, - that being provided too much of things, services, protection and even unearned privilege - definitely can and often does inhibit children's full development of their own sturdy root, as you so aptly call it.

And, as you say, being spared some of the trials that are actually life-designed to build ones' full growth becomes a detriment more than a help, the same as being given too much. It's so true, - love needs to measure these things, but sometimes love gets more focused on experiencing and reveling in itself than on concern for the good of the beloved. Awareness and clear observation help avoid some well-intentioned mistakes, hopefully.

It's never fully clear what is needed by another person, but one's awareness can be honed; and timing, as you say - knowing where and when to administer comfort and support which are also helpful to growth and fullest development in those one loves. The balance. . .

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arb 4 years ago from oregon Author

Your SW Texas knows of drought and I suspect knows what to do with rain. All of us benefit from them both. So much that we celebrate the rain with greater gusto. (:

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Nellieanna 4 years ago from TEXAS

Yes - these are among the features of life. Their extremes which haunt most areas of my state often overdo themselves - flooding, tornados - and endless droughts. There was a 7-year drought in that SW Texas location from which my parents derived their living which also included some of my college years. It was surely a struggle for then to keep me there, but it was one of their lifelong dedications - to provide educations for all 4 of us - and to extend the opportunity to other youngsters they deemed worthy. One is amazed by such staunch dedication - and it's intensely appreciated.

I was wondering - what brought you to SE Texas for those 2 years you mentioned?

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arb 4 years ago from oregon Author

My father past away when I was 17. I went to Texas to live with friends. Stayed, worked on a shrimp boat in the summers and went to school in Denton. Home of the screamin eagles.

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Nellieanna 4 years ago from TEXAS

Oh, wow. Sorry to learn you lost your Dad so young.

Well - Shrimping would be on the Gulf coast and Denton is not close to the Gulf, but it's only 35 miles from Dallas. I was in school here in Dallas from 1951-1953, then went to Houston for six months, cut short by the tragic death of my eldest sister and her family in Dallas. Wouldn't it be spooky if any of it overlapped when you were on the Gulf coast or in Denton?

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arb 4 years ago from oregon Author

lived in Port Isabel in 1964-the summer of 65 & 66. (shrimping) Denton for school year 65 & 66. Went home end of summer '66 then to San jose State 67 & 68, Columbia summer of 67 &68. Philosophy major with a minor in English lit. Worked on Padre Island summer of '64. Dad was only 51 (1 heart attack) Mom is French (I was born in Paris) and she and I did not do well without dads intervention. So I left home and entered the school of life. Went to Hawaii end of summer/fall of 68-met my wife also on a break from school-got married 5 months later and here I am!

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Nellieanna 4 years ago from TEXAS

YES - here you are! What a pleasure!

Thank you so much for filling me in so concisely, Alan. You've had an most interesting and obviously - a good life, Both it and YOU exhibit a capacity for summing it up well, with an economy of words and an amazing adequacy of facts.

I can see that there was no way our paths could have crossed at any juncture, though we might have 'been there' at widely separated times. It was a long-shot, at best. We've mutual space only in cyber and related genres.

I seriously considered filling you in on my life, enough to realize that it'll be well if you wait for either 'the book' - or a comfortable face-to-face over coffee - several pots, minimally! :-) Either alternative might also provide added bonus nap incentive for you!

(I do find I'd truly like to share my story with you; it's just not the time or place now. So - You can count yourself spared and I'd better get busy on those memoirs!)


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bellawritter23 4 years ago from California

The sound of birth and death out of dirt we rise and to dirt we will return at least for what I believe that was my personal interpretation of this wonderful written piece of art. A great and thought provoking share here.



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arb 4 years ago from oregon Author

Hi Bellawriter23! Thanks for the engaging comment! I am forever trying to interpret the life around me. From there, I create the world I see, a little different,from what another sees. Reader and writer meet,worlds collide,meanings merge and our world is redefined. (:

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arb 4 years ago from oregon Author

I've much to look forward too!(:

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Nellieanna 4 years ago from TEXAS

You say such nice things! (I sorta dreaded maybe hearing a big "whew" of relief! :-)

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arb 4 years ago from oregon Author

I find relief in viewing butterflies which come to decorate my garden. Some are more special than others.

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phdast7 4 years ago from Atlanta, Georgia

Alan -- I like this ...the juxtaposition of abundance and scarcity, which affects all of us in some measure at some point in our lives. It seems to me that what we learn and how we respond to both abundance and scarcity is what determines our character, not our personality so much, but our deepest character -- who we are when stripped of all comforts and security.

And an absolutely gorgeous photograph. Your garden? And if not, why not? We know you are a master gardener. So wander your gardens two or three times a year with a digital camera (borrow one if you are not a camera-phile) and shoot to your heart's content, then upload the ones you like to your hard drive. :) Wow! And I wonder why my family occasionally refers to me as the "bossy one." :) Just let me know if anything else in your life needs to be planned or organized. :)


Nellieanna -- Thinking of almost crossed paths. I was born in Harlingen, Texas, August 1954 - left for Georgia summer of 1957. June 2011, I spent a week in Red Oak; my brother's oldest son was getting married.

Interesting I have never given a paper or presentation at a history conference in Texas. Let's see --- New Orleans, Alabama, Arkansas, Oklahoma, Tennessee (four times), North Carolina (twice), Georgia/various cities (ten or eleven times), but never Texas. Hmmmm....

It isn't that Texas has rejected me exactly; we have very limited university support for travel to conferences, so I guess I seldom look outside of the southeast. And in the last six years I only travel to places that I can drive to in about 5-6 hours. The neurologist has advised that flying could greatly aggravate and intensify my mild and intermittent vertigo.

I am going to have to think about this "giving a paper in Texas thing" maybe combine a n extended family trip and visit with participation in a conference. :)

Hope you both have a restful night and a peaceful week. ~~ Theresa

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LaThing 4 years ago from From a World Within, USA

Hi Arb, this is beautiful! Rain and the flowers tells its own story..... Flows nicely. Voting up and beautiful.

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anuws 4 years ago from Dubai, United Arab Emirates

A nice one! reminds me my young days I spent with my parents where we had rain most of the times. Miss those lovely days.. :'(

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mmsu 4 years ago from Pakistan

Nice one.Beautiful,brought back great memories.Voted up!

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arb 4 years ago from oregon Author

Thanks for reading Theresa, I wrote this in response to someone we have befriended and came to realize that too much of a good thing breeds dependence and then robs you of the opportunity to grow within yourself. Sometimes a friend withdraws to let anothers roots take hold.

I have a recently divorced friend visiting in a motor home, ( we have known each other for 40 years ). Divorced 3 years ago and just bought a small home here. Anyway, he has entered the dating areana, via on line dating and we have enjoyed the repercussions which have prompted many discussions in my home regarding the personalities of the women he is dating. Usually, 1 date and done. A lot of fun and attractive women, however and this is interesting. Almost without exception, take charge personalities. To some degree I expect, the consequence of years of taking care of themselves. Anyway, the conversations revolve around why most men find this unattractive or unappealing and have concluded this. It leaves us not afraid of thier independence and strength, it leaves us with an identity crisis. No one to take care of or protect. Kind of a prehistoric notion I suppose, but then, if that is our genetic predisposition, we aren't sure what our job is anymore. It is fascinating to watch and I am looking forward to writing of it. That is assuming he finds someone willing to be taken care of. We have been refering to my wife recently as the food police and the camping gastapo. She has an opinion about everything any of us eats and with camping, she is obviously out of control in charge. If women are taking charge today, perhaps we men failed in our appointed charge. Either way, it is going to make an interesting hub.

BTW, I lived in Port Isabel in 1966-67. Not far from Harlingen. Worked on a shrimp boat for 2 summers.

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arb 4 years ago from oregon Author

Thanks LaThing, Appreciate the kind comment.

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arb 4 years ago from oregon Author

The rain does speak to us anuws. Thanks for your gracious comment.

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Nellieanna 4 years ago from TEXAS

Hello Theresa! That's nice to find your comment to Alan included a note to me about nearly crossed paths and about Texas. This seems a little like the luscious discussions we've had during The Journey's progress & various other locations!

I just happened to notice Alan had activity on this hub and I came by. I hadn't responded to his last reply 4 months ago which seems to be to my comment just above it. A lovely reply it is, to whomever!

Theresa, if you do come to Texas, and visit kinfolks in my area, I do hope we will have a chance to meet and visit!! If you decided to drive, it would be quite a drive, but my first trip driving anywhere over 50 or 100 miles was from Louisville to Dallas after I'd only been driving a year! My 100 mile trip was only to Cincinnati the weekend before I took that plunge to move back to Texas. So I simply pumped up courage by viewing the 1000 miles trip as merely 100 miles at a time. :-)

I do hope you see your way clear to come to Texas, in any case!

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acaetnna 4 years ago from Guildford

A brilliant write and very thought provoking too.

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arb 4 years ago from oregon Author

Thank you acaetnna. I have missed your visits.

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