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Love and BoundariesJill said Apr 23, 2007, 2:06 PM: |
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Topic came up the other day about what love is and accountability. I think my views are pretty widely known. What I am interested in is hearing from you all on this subject! |
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Re: Love and BoundariesHeartmaster said Apr 23, 2007, 2:32 PM: |
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Contrary to the belief of some, love is not a transient comodiy. Love is the happy state we receive from god, it is the natural state of every soul and the state to which it wants to return. |
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Re: Love and BoundariesEnlightened.thinker said Apr 23, 2007, 2:41 PM: |
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Love is freedom from fear to me. Boundaries…we all need ‘em, especially if we are to be free to love. I am attempting to be short purposefully.Trying zen. |
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Re: Love and BoundariesJill said Apr 24, 2007, 6:04 AM: |
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:-) |
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Re: Love and BoundariesGolden said Apr 25, 2007, 12:24 PM: |
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Love and approptiate boundaries is a very subjective matter, but what I feel may be a great topic within this one is Love and Resistance. We all have love and plenty of resistance to allowing at many levels, what I feel becomes boundaries between deeper and deeper connection is not allowing the resistances to have space to give them breath so that they can dissolve. When we resist resistance an even larger barrior is created and love becomes work. I find when we allow the resistance space we allow love at deeper levels. |
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Re: Love and BoundariesJill said Apr 25, 2007, 2:01 PM: |
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How do you differentiate between resistance and boundaries. Or do you? |
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Re: Love and BoundariesMaddonni said Apr 25, 2007, 3:01 PM: |
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Love is compassion without boundaries. The only boundaries I experience in terms of loving are the ones I erect out of my own self-centered thought and behavior.
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Re: Love and BoundariesJill said Apr 26, 2007, 8:02 AM: |
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Thank you! |
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Re: Love and Boundariesdavie said Apr 27, 2007, 11:49 PM: |
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Love, accountability and boundaries. Boundaries are rough for me. I spend a great deal of time alone because my boundaries are so… loose. I’m very connected to everything around me and generally, if someone is upset, happy, sad, angry or whatever- I feel it very strongly. Also, I feel their beliefs very strongly. It can be very hard for me to say “no” to someone. So… while connection may be an aspect of love… i don’t think it is love. Love is something… more mysterious and beautiful. Open-ended. Love is like a question. There is something else. What is accountability? I like this word. I like responsibility, too. Blame, on the other hand… not so useful to me. If I were to define accountability, I would say- that state in which blame does not exist. Love in this context… my cat, Lucy, follows me everywhere. I walk to work about a quarter mile away- building a house for the next door neighbor and taking care of animals (donkies, horses). Lucy follows me out there in the morning. If I forget to take a lunch break, she insists I go home around oneish. Then we go back to work. Once- during a moderate flood- I was working about a mile away to fix a burst irrigation canal up on a steep hill when I heard her meowing frantically nearby…. in the pouring Oregonian rain! She was soaking wet- and must have swam part of the way. Unheard of behavioiur for a cat. I picked her up and trudged home with her under my coat. We had soup and chatted about the dangers of such adventures. Imagine the worried constriction in my throat at those meows so far away from home. And I think that pretty much wraps up love and accountability. Boundaries in this: I have a friend tibetan mastiff dog named Puddy. Puddy is HUGE. He weighs maybe 180 lbs. He’s *supposed* to be a gaurd dog for livestock, but he forgets generally and wags his tail at passing evil-doer cougars and humans. Sometimes, he wanders outside of his owner’s property (hum dee dum)- as though 120 acres wasn’t enough. Then, I hunt him down and growl at him. One of the neighbors will shoot him if possible. I love Puddy so I growl at him sometimes. This is a boundary and it is composed of love. Ooka ooka,
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