Who could forget this woman? She changed the world!

Elizabeth Gilbert and her new LOVE

published this morning: Elizabeth Gilbert on FaceBook

Dear Ones: It’s a beautiful spring day in my corner of the world, life is everywhere bursting forth with a sense of rebirth and renewal, and this seems like as good a moment as any to tell you that I am in love. Please meet my sweetheart, Mr. Simon MacArthur. He’s a photographer from the U.K. — a beautiful man who has been a friend of mine for years. (Even more touchingly, Simon was a beloved friend of Rayya’s for decades. They lived together in London over 30 years ago, and they adored each other forever like siblings. This, as you can imagine, means the world to me.) Of late, Simon and I have found our way to each other’s arms. And now here we are, and his heart has been such a warm place for me to land. I share this news publicly, despite the fact that our love story is so new and young and tender, for a few reasons. For one thing, I just wanted to say: If you see me walking around with a tall handsome man on my arm, don’t be buggin’. Just know that your girl is happy, and following her heart. But also this: I will always share anything personal about my life, if it could help someone else feel more normal about their life. SO…if you have lost a loved one to death, and you thought you’d never love again, but you are feeling a pull of attraction toward someone new, and you’re not sure if that’s OK? Let me normalize it for you. Let me say: It’s Ok. Your heart is a giant cathedral. Let it open. Let it love. Do not let your beautiful loyalty to the deceased stop you from experiencing the marvels and terrors of your short, mortal, precious life. It’s OK to live, and to love. Or…if you are falling in love in middle age and it’s terrifying, because you feel just as dumb and crazy and excited and insecure as you did at 16? Well, let me normalize this for you. It’s OK. You will always feel 16 when you are falling in love. Or…if you once loved a man and then you loved a woman, and then you loved a man, and you’re wondering if that’s ok? Well, darling. Let me normalize that for you. It’s OK. Love who you love. It’s all OK, and it’s all impossible to control, and it’s all an adventure that I will not miss. That’s all I wanted to say. Onward, and I love you all.

Why does everything Elizabeth Gilbert says and does make me cry? She’s truly a woman of our times.
Her life has crossed paths with mine in truly memorable ways. Jeanne Proteau I don’t know if you will remember before I left Mexico in 2007 to drive back to Canada, I met and spoke to a young woman from the US who had recently graduated from University. Her first job was working as a publicist for then-unknown author, Elizabeth Gilbert. I remember the conversation vividly because I was about to embark on a life-changing journey that would introduce me to a man with whom I would fall deeply in love. In my memoir, I refer to him as my cowboy.

While driving into the US through the Arizona border, I stopped at a mall for food. In front of me was a huge display of the book Eat Pray Love. I can picture the stand of books in front of me at this very moment. That’s when I bought my first copy of her treasured memoir.
This past year a reviewer compared my LOVE The Beat Goes On to Elizabeth Gilbert’s Eat Pray Love memoir. I was honored, and reminded that we can be stuck in our lives or take action. It will always be our choice. And today, as many of you know, I have again pulled up roots and embarked on a journey of a lifetime. I created my own EPL journey that started in Dallas, then Paris, New Delhi, Agra–for the amazing Taj Mahal–then Goa India, Istanbul, Jerusalem, Tel Aviv, and now I’m in Thailand.

I think about how her book had such a tremendous effect on generations of women who felt trapped in their lives and needed permission to break free.
It doesn’t surprise me that her best friend and lover Rayya–who died last year– sent Liz an old friend to help heal her broken heart and show her love again.

I’ve often been told I overshare (in not so many words) but I guess it’s a writer thing. I wouldn’t have it any other way.

LOVE IS LOVE and we love who we love.

The Vow

The Vow

© Lynda Filler, Real Love 2018

 

you read my sad, accept my lows

you take me high, make me slow

my mind

and time, our time stands still

 

can you imagine how high we can go

or will it die all that we know we are

before we begin 

 

it happens once 

sometimes never, for some

and when it does

let it be

let it flow

take the beauty, take the love, the passion

let it fortify

a journey, sometimes sad

fraught with turmoil

 

take the love

it’s meant for you

it’s all I have

it’s all I am

all I want to be

one, when I’m with you

 

place your head upon my lap

let me love you

let me take away your worries, allow me in

there is no wrong, no shame, no blame

love is all there is

 

across time and space

we’ve got the gift the world is waiting for

embrace the moments, take the high

let it fill your heart

 

and in your dark hours 

when you are alone

fighting for a world

that disappoints and hurts your heart

remember me

wherever I am, remember my love

the gift you gave me

the time we allowed our love to thrive, alive

beyond age and time

beyond reason and sanity

we basked in its joy and purity

and we loved each other

until time

until infinity

 

and if you need to leave me

I will let you go

 

© The Vow, Real Love 2018

Almost There

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green intense

light of love

heart love

pulsating

tears rolling down

the pale blue window

inside my mind’s eye

the right side, a film playing

over

and over again

 

heart pain silent relentless

take it away I beg

make it go away

 

intense lights bright

smiles and miles of warmth

take me, please

take me there

take me into his arms

let me touch his hair

let my lips brush his cheek

let me smile with him

let me feel his love

 

straw fields break through

electric blue sky

closer, closer I beg

I can feel I’m almost there

 

swirling turquoise water, is that ocean?

is this what your home is like?

will you take me there

 

are those people I see

wait, talk to me, don’t leave yet

I’m almost there

Mom, can you bring me over

yes, I can feel your smile

don’t you love him too?

 

I know my dream is over

the sun is heating up my room

my left side wants to fly

my right, dead weight here

 

I walked with a child

he was sad and sullen

I took his hand

and told him to dance with me

he smiled and twirled

 

and then he was no longer there

 

on an edge of a bathtub

you sat with me

a stranger holding a gun

told us to get inside

our time was up

it was time to die

 

I felt no fear

I was ready to go

I would follow you anywhere

 

© Almost There, I (Spy) Love Lynda Filler Poet

 

Mate(d)

 

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Mate(d)

 

I reserve my right

to love you

to mate with you

in wild and wondrous ways

to hold you sacred 

to enter into an affair 

heart

mind

body

and soul

 

I reserve my right

to fill your empty spaces

with joy and laughter and friendship

 

I promise 

I will never leave you

nor hurt you

nor steal your heart

 

I reserve my right 

to love you unconditionally

against all sense of time 

and space

and culture 

and taboos

without fear 

of loneliness

of heartbreak

 

and when the time comes

I promise

I will let you go

 

© Mate(d) 2018 Lynda Filler

 

Who is That Child

 

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who is that child

by your side

who is that child

 

is he the one I always wanted

is he the love part of you living on

born of another

         your love child

 

I want to know your son

I want to hold him close

I want to see how you would be

un-jaded

         un-afraid

         un-aware

before life got in the way

and made you say

that love

doesn’t exist

 

I miss you

I miss watching you breathe

the way you slept

your naked body, your damaged soul,

your tenderness when you forgot to hide the smile

that once made me whole

 

                   that look

 

the words you could never find

the love that poured from your eyes

straight into my shattered heart

 

who is that child

that walks like you

 

may I hold his tiny fingers in my hand?

 

© Love Rehab, Lynda Filler

LOVE REHAB COMPLETE

Driftwood

 

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Driftwood

 

seductive tropical waters

glorious and turbulent seas

tides in, tides out

my body flows

a siren sings

my heart aches for thee

 

secrets, dreams, and

shattered, battered souls

like broken coral

and shifting sands

empty shells and

d r i f t w o o d

 

ancient messages

bound in aubergine seaweed

brittle, root attached

not quite ready

to give up

 

dreams once written

rusted trawlers buried stories in the sea

sailors tied up in tales

his heart to be caught

without release

 

a siren sings

I hear her echo

she calls her lover out to sea

 

are you here, my love

can you hear my plea

you know I will be gentle

bring your heart

home

to me

 

© Driftwood, I (Spy) Love    Lynda Filler 

Knockin’

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Knockin’

if love came a knockin’

I would demand protective custody

and command an investigation

I would call in the Sheriff

and ask for an enquiry

get answers to a thousand questions

I would roll up the red carpet

turn over the welcome mat

and after careful consideration

I might join you at Starbucks

and share a story or two

and look deep into your eyes

and dissect every answer

and listen to each inflection

and upon careful consideration

I would barricade my heart

and slow down my drumming soul beats

and bring out my cunning intellect

and stand strong upon my feet

because I couldn’t take another hit

so I would call upon my Bodyguard

beg him to rescue my raging hormones

protect me from my sensual leanings

incarcerate my wandering eyes

incapacitate my roving fingers

and seal my lustful lips

take my body into custody

tie me up with silken ropes

and hide me until next Valentine’s Day

because with love

I never

give up

hope

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Lip Service

I taste a salty tear,

let it fall

the furrows aging my face

no longer smiling

the pain

raw

 

it seems with time

I remember

too much, too clear, too sad

 

did you tell my sister you loved me?

that I was distant?

             explain to me how an infant can be distant

 

it matters not, now,

 

I accepted your cool demeanor

all the while thinking there was something wrong with me

 

when my babies were born

you asked me should you come

             how could you ask me

             why didn’t you need to be with me?

(I was so scared)

             didn’t you want to hold them?

a newborn baby, a gift of God,

your grandchild

a baby powder bundle of love

 

it’s my birthday soon,

yours two weeks later

 

I face my sad

I am healing

 

I offer lip-service-forgiveness

I’m not sure I will ever understand you

 

© Lip Service, LOVE REHAB 

 

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