Skype.

A solid week of conversations, laughs, funny stories, and good times; I cannot be anything but grateful for the computer gifted folks, without them there would be no Skype. A tool, in which is necessary if you’re an independent traveler or liver, who is amicably attached to family and friends.

As a teacher here, you have good days and not so good days. Days where you just want to pass out, literally right after work, ring your kids necks, or get pumped with excitement for a well taught day. There is no negating the fact that kids, of all ages, are a lot to handle, and serve as energy suckers. So with that being out in the open, no matter how strong willed you are, it is always comforting to have the one’s you love give you a boost. Thus, my appreciation for Skype; having the ability to see the faces, here the voices, watch the laughs and the movements behind every story is inestimable. And can honestly transport strength and happiness right back into you.

It got to me thinking about attachment, or attachment love.

Helen Fisher says its “scientific and chemical,” Rumi marks it in poetry, Shakespeare makes it feel existential and larger than life. But I shutter to think of all these facets of attachment love. Is it chemicals in the brain, emotional feelings, energy transmission? Or do they all work together?

Here’s a bit of a less philosophical disposition:
When I am home and in my surroundings or my comfort zone I feel less gratitude and only need brief interludes of this intense gratifying feeling. Obviously we should always be grateful, but when something is there all the time we become immune or desensitized to it. And now being away from it all, I love it, I appreciate much more, and can’t wait to have it in my life; even if it’s through an electrical computer screen.

And though I feel all of this, when my time is up here in SK, there is no need or want to go back to my world I so love, why? Maybe I was born a free spirit and it took me a while or a movement to realize it. Maybe I’m a loner who only wants pieces of the cake? Or perhaps it could be just right. It could be that I am happy and followed my heart, and the faces and voices that can come with bad and good news, is just all I need to feel part of the pack. We are naturally pack animals, communal beings that thrive off each other, but to think about being the “norm of society” seems to go against the grain of who I am. There is no need for me to rebel, but just follow my heart.
When we are far away, or traveling for a long time, the need to have portions of that attachment or bond from family, friends and partners is, in some form, a feeling of reassurance; well for me, at least. The feeling of reconnecting is a remembrance of the first time you feel you fell in love, it’s that intense.

It is noted that when we are constantly surrounded by all of this, we have a higher percentage of taking it for granted. So with all of my thoughts laid in bare on the table, this is a entry to remind you that know matter where you are, or how much you are “surrounded” never take for granted or not appreciate your loved one’s; those that love you unconditionally are the people who will make you who you are. The folks that will forever live with you, in your heart, and never let you forget that you are loved. And they will, in some format, support your decisions even if it means saying “goodbye.”

Never forget to listen to what makes you happy, because when you forget to listen to that and get consumed you will forever be lost, and no matter how much you’re loved you will always take it for granted. When you are happy and true, those who love you feel the same. Sending out this positive cycle, can one day help the understanding and true growth of love.

Safe journeys,
LCB