In celebration of love

I have to admit a deep dark secret (no I’m not a man:)! I am obsessed with  the Medieval time!  Something about that time period calls to me.  Maybe in another life time I was a princess living in those beautiful castle waiting for her Knight in shining armor to come galloping through the gate, galantly jumping off the horse coming to rest on bended knee…. professing his undying love and devotion…Okay, I’m being dramatic and delusional! Men are not THAT chivalrous or romantic anymore!  At least not like in this movie Tristan and Isolde.  I guess I am a glutton for punishment because even though I knew how the movie was going to end, I still watched it! If you haven’t seen this movie then it is worth your time.

On a serious note, I really do love the Medieval time because of the knights, the code of chivalry and adventure.  Even though I am not a violent person, I love the stories of courageous knights fighting in tournaments and battles to protect their lords or kings.  If I could go back in time I would pick this time period, but of course I would have to take some meds with me like aspirin, flu medicine, antiobiotics and pain killers just in case I get unlucky and get sick.

Happy Valentines Day!

“How do I love thee? Let me count the ways…” by Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861) How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of everyday’s Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with a passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints, — I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life! — and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death. SONNET 116 Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken. Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle’s compass come: Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. To celebrate Valentines day I thought I would post two poems by two of my favorite poet: Elizabeth Browning and William Shakespeare.  Both poems are well known and loved.  Even though I love both poems, I must admit Shakespeare’s sonnet is deeper which is surprising because it is from a viewpoint of a man. Maybe Shakespeare was a woman since he is so sensitive, descriptive, and emotional when it comes to describing love!:)