what is love – serendipity

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There’s something solid there

That we can touch and feel

But first you must believe

That power’s in the air.

It’s sent from God, directed

In our way our ‘one’ is put

And twist and turn all you want

But he was meant to be.

I feel like ‘what is love?’ is a question that I ask myself regularly. I think that if I could be bothered to trawl through my past posts, I would find a couple of them with that title or something similar. But there is so much scope to write about because life is all about love if you boil it right down.

Not necessarily the romantic type. But love is central to almost everything in our lives.

I’ve always believed that love is a physical thing and I think that once it has hooked you in there is no escaping. It is a power that is sent by something bigger than us.

And I totally believe it’s a lot like the movie ‘Serendipity’. If two people are meant to be together then it will just happen and there is no getting away from that.

I haven’t had much luck with romantic love, but I really like to think that there are little clockwork mechanisms that are ticking away so that everything lines up for one moment. There’s somebody out there who I have never met who is slowly being pulled my way – or so I like to think in my romantic little mind.

Much Love

Rachel xx

am i falling in love with the person who will break my heart?

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Would I make half the effort if I knew how it ends?

As we sat by the pool, talking in whispers

Over pan pipe beers, that sing under breath,

Planning our lives, based on one week of love,

That magical ribbon, tying a bow round our bodies

To hold us together in a pleasant prison bond,

Our warm softened torsos pulsing with life,

Soon to turn chilly, when the ribbon breaks down.

It seemed so unbreakable on hot Durban nights,

But on grey London days the mirror turned in

And I learnt that dark lesson

That the heart can be shattered,

So best not to think

What the future may hold

In that moment of heat

When two like hearts can meet.

I my my ex-husband when I was nineteen and backpacking through South Africa. I had never fallen in love before, so I ended up falling hard.

I still have really vivid memories of sitting in the back garden of Tekweni Backpackers Hostel in Durban, drinking beers with him, with our feet dangling in the pool. It felt magical, and it really did look like a cinematic love story – something that could never possibly be broken.

But of course it could break; and it did.

But is it healthy to think about the heartbreak that could follow all those amazing feelings? I seem to have hung onto that pain like a security blanket, preventing me from ever diving into a relationship again. I wish I could forget.

Much Love,

Rachel xx