Living in Love

Alexandra Stoddard

• Publisher: Harper Paperbacks
• Year: 2012
• ISBN:
  9780062250100
• Topic: Philosophie
• Subtopic: Moderne Philosophie

From moonlight dancing to sunrise swimming, this book explores the sensuous stories of love experienced by one woman during her twenty-three-year marriage while discussing how she has dealt with the occasional trials and tribulations within the relationship.

1.

“There Will Be a Lot of Surprises.”

Here is someone at once so like you that you have come home, and yet so different he opens a thousand windows on the universe.

—MICHAEL DRURY

Dear Peter,

I believe my eternal commitment to you began when we first met in 1954. Now I experience all love through the prism of ours. We all have access to the boundless energy force that is love. When we tap into this divine gift, you are me and I am you. We complete each other. What’s missing in my life, you make up for. I’m whole because of you. I love you completely and love you just as you are because you bring me variety and fresh ideas; you stimulate me, and I am inspired by your energy. Your fertile imagination helps me maintain a youthful spirit. Just as dancing replenishes psychic energy, the more loving I become, the more lovable I am. And I adore being loved by you. My heart skips a beat when I think of you, and sometimes when I go for a walk I end up skipping. Your active mind and gentle decorum bring me lyrical joy and often oceanic feelings where I continuously rediscover myself.

The love I feel for life is the flame in my heart. Whenever I aim my energy in the direction of loving you, I am loving the spark inside me and I’m all keyed up with pleasure. Our meeting place is love and life itself is the aphrodisiac. There is no magic to keeping our love alive, no better aphrodisiac than our loving energy. Aphrodisiac comes from Aphrodite, the Greek goddess of love and beauty. Love of family, love of friends, love of art, love of music, love of learning are all aphrodisiacs. A piece of Godiva chocolate is an aphrodisiac. An oval bar of pure white almond soap is an aphrodisiac. Your tenderness toward your children is an aphrodisiac. Your love of nature is an aphrodisiac. The love of color is an aphrodisiac. A beautiful day is an aphrodisiac. Your marvelous sense of humor is an aphrodisiac. We can arouse and intensify all our desires when we’re loving and focusing on what is beautiful. The more we love life the more radiant and lovable we become. You are alive in my consciousness and I can actually feel my invisible, nonphysical loving energy day and night, whenever I am still, and able to connect to my nobler self.

If I ever let you down, in whatever ways, I will first be letting myself down. I have an unquestionable belief in our ability to laser-focus our sensibilities and innate talents for living in love and releasing our full potency. If we have an emotional excess, let it be tilted toward love. I have an inescapable urge to connect the eons of time and space that separate us and bring us together with clarity and a charitable heart. I’d love to ease a burden, wipe away a tear and, through the pure energy of love, be a part of your life, merging beatitudes, where we are vehicles of love, communicating grace, awakening natural joys in you, and opening up supernatural powers of celestial reverie, quenching your thirst when you need love. Our flesh and soul are one, and your laughing eyes and smile are sacred. We’re carrying so much love we’re able to conjure up a paradise right here.

And because we are solid in an abundance of love and mutual support, we’re both free to love the world and all those loving people we know and meet from around the globe on this amazingly wondrous adventure. I entrust my life to love, believing in its powerful gift of grace and capacity for joy. All we have to do is trust life and try not to interfere.

Our consciousness of love is ageless, gender free, and eternal. Everything I have ever loved fuels the fire of passion and heats the pure blood flowing through my veins. I’m lifted up and swept away into a place that is sweet-smelling, pure, and intoxicating. I’m reminded of sucking honeysuckle as a child, or making grape jelly after picking the plumpest, juiciest grapes from the arbor. I’m united with a host of loving people.

We live in chapters, as best we can, trying to learn from our divine nature. Only in our soulful, tranquil moments can we sort through the noise and confusion of current events and move into a timeless perspective, where we’re able to interpret a bigger view of truth, in the quiescence of our private sanctuary. No one judges us harshly as we sort out our own needs and those of others, figuring out what to do, who to love and what to hope for, adjusting to the changing conditions of life, and seeking to alter favorably our patterns and conditioning so we become less shortsighted, less self-destructive, less apathetic, dogmatic, and limiting.

In these times of reflection, I want to become more inquisitive, less self-righteous, more tolerant. Privately, quietly, we refract prejudices, breaking up and deflecting from a straight path as the bending of light waves when they pass from one medium into another. Here, I don’t want to hold myself back, to feel restrained in my thinking, but allow myself to enter into the more generous, giving aspects of my nature. Quietly I want to use my ingenuity to direct and redirect my energies so I can recharge my spirit, becoming more energetic, curious, vivacious, and creative.

When we come together in complete privacy, we anticipate a dependability that becomes part of the indelible imprint these moments leave on us. The worrisome edginess of “out there” gives way to visceral feelings that metaphorically connect us in our imaginings with nuances of our soul. How we feel testifies to the ineffable spirit of love.

Life is ephemeral, fleeting. But in our short time on earth we have enough time to live in love, growing in grace and empathy. I’ve felt over the years a wide range of emotions, as we all have, and my growing realization that we can beam our own heart and soul toward greater love becomes stronger every day. We are all, I am now convinced, generously endowed with potentiality for happiness. This is the story, our story, I want to tell.

Love,

Surprised by Love

On the afternoon Peter and I decided to join our lives together, we stood in front of a warm fire holding each other tightly. I can’t remember whether our hug lasted for a few seconds or all afternoon. Whatever its duration, it was the beginning of a lifetime of living in love. That afternoon, Peter kissed my lips and looked at me with a grin reserved only for me and said, “There will be a lot of surprises.” I couldn’t imagine what surprises he was referring to; I didn’t give it a thought. We’d be together, we’d work things out. All that mattered at that moment was the joy we were feeling because of our commitment.

Love is the sensory and emotional experience of union. Boundaries are dissolved in love and we form unities with people, places, and things.

—Jay B. Rohrlich

As it turns out, living in love with Peter has indeed been full of surprises of every conceivable kind, starting with our unlikely decision to get married, orchestrated by my daughter Brooke, a four-year-old. Deciding to marry Peter was both an easy and an impossible choice to make. We had been good friends for more than twenty years. We had known each other and stayed in touch ever since his sister Bebe introduced us outside the tennis court where we had just finished a ladies’ doubles match. After the end of Peter’s second marriage and the breakup of my first marriage, we became a great source of comfort and pleasure for each other. We were good friends, but never anything more. One day, while Peter was playing with Brooke, who was enchanted by his company, she turned to him, threw her arms around his neck, and proposed, “Peter Rabbit, why don’t you come live with us?” “I’ll have to ask your mother first,” Peter said, surprising himself.

That Love is all there is, / Is all we know of Love.

—Emily Dickinson

I had never expected Peter’s and my long friendship to be anything but a great companionship. We spent a lot of time with the children, always having so much fun when we were all together, whether we were having a picnic, bike riding, eating out at a restaurant, or dining at my apartment. But Peter was such a wonderful man, a true lover of life, with a generous and energetic spirit. He is sweet to people, and in return people tend to be kind and loving to him. He is also an extraordinarily open man who can express his vulnerability, share his thoughts, and be hugely supportive of those he loves. He believed in me, always encouraging me as both a mother and a professional designer. I felt lucky to know him. He was a great friend, but marriage seemed quite unlikely.

Love is a wealth of community where mind, body, and spirit meet and dissolve, to gather again in new dimensions and forms.

—Michael Drury

I knew that the decision to say yes to Peter would change my life dramatically and permanently, for so many reasons. I was still a little reluctant to marry again. I’d had a mad crush on my first husband, who was my mixed doubles tennis partner. I was captain of the junior New England tennis team and was full of myself and admiration for this guitar-playing, calypso-singing Yale graduate with a lively sense of humor. We were married at a young age: I was nineteen and he was twenty-four. I had a naive fantasy about marriage, and was energized and impassioned by the prospect of having fun all the time. I knew more about my husband’s tennis strokes than about what was in his heart and mind, and I was more self-conscious about how I looked going down the aisle than I was about our wedding vows.

Getting married when you are nineteen makes no sense to me now, but in my generation many of us didn’t know much about a lot of things. Thought I loved him as much as I could love any man at that time in my life, I wasn’t prepared for the seriousness and often intense reality of sharing my life with another human being. I still didn’t know a lot about myself and I was restless and preoccupied with finding out. The profound responsibility of caring for another adult with his own mental, emotional, and spiritual needs was daunting. I knew I could make ample room inside my own life for someone else, but first I needed to know more about my self.

Give all to love; Obey the heart; Friends, kindred, days, Estate, good fame, Plans, credit and the Muse, Nothing refuse.

—Emerson

By the time Peter and I were contemplating marriage, I was finally comfortable being a single mother of two wonderful daughters, Alexandra and Brooke. I liked the freedom being single gave me to spend all my time with the girls when I wasn’t at work, and I was trying to publish my first book. But I missed the companionship of a loving man. I tried to date but that didn’t work. I wanted a family, but my relationship with my daughters was so rich and fulfilling, I certainly wasn’t looking for any changes that might disturb the balance we’d found at last. I knew that living well with another person required a lot of attention and adjustment.

My relationship with Peter was further complicated by the fact that Peter was fifty-two and I was nineteen years his junior. The significant gap in our ages was a tricky issue: different generations, different friends, and less common ground. I was young and, I was told, attractive, and many people suspected that I wanted someone to take care of me, even though I was determined to remain independent financially and continue my career in interior design. Women of Peter’s generation normally didn’t work, so there was no precedent. But none of this really concerned me; the real complications revolved around entering into a situation where there was so much family history—most important, children I hadn’t raised.

I am a part of all that I have met.

—Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Peter had been married twice and was blessed with six children; all mean a great deal to him. This meant I would have to find a central place in my life not only for Peter, but for his family as well. The children would have their own resistance to our union. This was a situation where no mothers were present to care for Peter’s children, who would be part of our new household after we married. Peter, at this stage, was the father and the mother of six children. I felt, despite his love and respect for me, he was reluctant to enter into another marriage where he would be living with two additional children, Alexandra and Brooke, who were six and four.

There was a great deal of disapproval about our decision to marry. My mother, other family members, and friends, were outspoken and judgmental. Confronting those who expressed reservations was one of the most difficult challenges of my life. But by trusting my instincts, risking losing the support of family and the confidence of our more conventional friends, I opened the door to a world of love I never knew existed. Deep inside, I knew Peter and I would live in love together. Once we committed ourselves to each other, I no longer sought anyone’s approval. The challenge facing us ultimately strengthened our bond, making us more aware of how much we loved each other and wanted to share our lives.

The first step to take is to become aware that love is an art, just as living is an art; if we want to learn how to love we must proceed in the same way we have to proceed if we want to learn any other art, say music, painting, carpentry, or the art of medicine or engineering.

—Erich Fromm

The past is set, the present is now, and the future is unpredictable. Neither of us knew, we agreed, what we were getting into. But we did know we’d established a strong love over the years. Reality and fantasy often differ, a lesson we had both learned through personal experience. We knew we would face obstacles, but there was something that ultimately felt so right about our decision to marry. In the months before our marriage, we revealed more and more about ourselves to each other, losing track of time while talking about our hopes, our fears, and our dreams. We discovered how much we had in common: our love of children, books, and adventure, including travel, architecture, food, design, and art. We also learned about each other’s needs, the most significant being our mutual desire to continue to evolve as separate, unique individuals while we also grew as a couple. Neither of us could risk being with someone who would inhibit our personal growth and aspirations; we each needed to be with a person who believed in us. We found strength in our openness, in our vulnerability, and in our wi...