Unconditional Love

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 I wasn’t going to write this morning, but I thought I’d say something about unconditional love.  Romantic love is different.  Romance is why people marry and have families.  But as I’ve grown older the romance has given way to unconditional  love.  It means to love regardless.  Romance is why it’s possible to live in an abusive relationship.  But one can get out of such a relationship and still love.  

I would never tell someone to stay in such a relationship.  But one can still love without being in such a relationship.  Such love means forgiveness and move on.  Unconditional love means to do no harm.  We are to be wise as serpents and harmless as doves.  But there are those who are not harmless.  But they are not to be harmed in return.  We then love and move on.  

This is true of many relationships.  The romance has been lost but not the love.  It simply means forgiveness and to move on.  But sometimes the forgiveness is hard to do.  But we have to move on and sometimes can’t until we simply forgive, but the forgetting is hard for most anyone.  The scars, both physical and mental, remain.  

But unconditional love simply means to do no harm and just move on.  Unconditional love is what remains.  But it is always without romance.  Romantic love is conditional while unconditional love has no such constraints.  Every kind of relationship takes work.  Some work harder than others.  But the problem is people.  People cause stress in our lives.  

It doesn’t matter who they are.  Some are easier to love unconditionally and some can’t be loved no matter how hard we try.  People are just like that.  I told my wife last night my Angels made rather a simpleton about life.  I don’t have many interactions with people.  Maybe for me that is a good thing.  I get stressed by too many people.  My psyche is designed for just a few at a time.  

I’ve been married to the same woman a long time and am still very connected to family.  I have but a few.  But this keeps things simple for me.  I keep it simple by being by myself a lot and smoking my pipe.  This morning it is my Savinelli St. Nicholas pipe with some Bayou Night.  My coffee this morning is Bella Maria.  Thank you for your time and Peace to each one of you.

Papa Chasteen

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