Wednesday, October 26, 2011

GB-2 (subject: Ownership) To Make You Feel My Love

It was at this time of year, many years ago, my mother came home with bundles of cardboard and announced she had decided what I was going to be for Halloween. I was intrigued by her annoucement and like any 9 year old, I stood in her shadows as she cut, measured, painted and glued sheets of cardboard together with stips of fabric.

This process took quite some time and I was impressed at her attention to detail. "There!" she exclaimed , now lets try this costume on. I stared and studied her handiworkand then broke out in a smile "wow, The Planters Peanut Man!"  All the detail was there, monacle, top hat and cane! With the exception of wearing my sisters tights, I was thrilled!

Halloween Night arrived and off I went with the neighboorhood troup of 30.  There we were, Lords of the night, knocking on strangers doors, compelling them to surrender their treats into our our  buckets! It didn't take long before we had gone into a frenzy, streaming into apartment buildings, up the steps, down the elevators, stopping just long enough to take a bite of one our treats!

Two hours later, I walked through the door, barely able to hold the pillowcase filled with the nights rewards.
"Look at you!" shrieked my mother, "you are a mess! and look at my costume, its ruined!"
Yes, the costume was shredded and decorated with chocolate, the hat and monacle gone, my sisters tights had holes in the knees.
"Your Costume?" I asked,  "Didn't you make this for me?"

When we make something with love and give it to another, we still feel as if we are the owner.

Step outside, birds sing, the flowers paint the ground with their brillant colors, the morning sunrise that takes your breath away, a moonlight night with a thousand stars to gaze upon, the scent of an ocean breeze, the gentle warmth of the sun......These are just a few of the things that were made for us, each precisely created with Love. While man feels he rules this world and can  run it the way he pleases, no doubt,the Owner had something else in mind! (and who can deny his sense of ownership!)

Make You Feel My Love

When the rain is blowing in your face
And the whole world is on your case
I could offer you a warm embrace
To make you feel my love.

When the evening shadows and the stars appear
And there is no one there to dry your tears
I could hold you for a million years
To make you feel my love.

I know you haven’t made your mind up yet
But I would never do you wrong
I’ve known it from the moment that we met
No doubt in my mind where you belong.

I’d go hungry, I’d go black and blue
I’d go crawling down the avenue
There’s nothing that I wouldn’t do
To make you feel my love.

The storms are raging on the rollin’ sea
And on the highway of regret
The winds of change are blowing wild and free
You ain’t seen nothing like me yet.
I could make you happy, make your dreams come true
Nothing that I wouldn’t do
Go to the ends of the earth for you
To make you feel my love -  Bob Dylan

Yes, when something is made with Love, the ownership remains with the maker,long after its given away!

4 comments:

  1. This was a very beautiful post. Though, your mother made this costume for you - it was HER work of art.

    Nice song, by the way...

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  2. I hadn't really put this idea into a clear thought, but I have been saddened by homemade gifts given to loved ones being less than well cared for after they receive them. It has happened more than once and I have been dismayed or even hurt. I am now thinking that was very selfish of me, the gift once given is gone. I need to learn to relinquish ownership.
    Except when the gift is love...that is always owned by the giver to be removed or continued at the givers desire.
    Excellent post and I do love the poetry of Dylan.

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  3. ahhhhhh YES so glad YOU ARE HERE ON GBE 2!! hehe love this and of course this comment got me giggling

    the exception of wearing my sisters tights,

    LOL yes yes to give with no thoughts of return; GO DYLAN and glowing Mark! (we felt it)

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  4. "When we make something with love and give it to another, we still feel as if we are the owner."

    There is so much truth in that sentence, and looking at it again, I like it even more. I have a blanket that my mother crocheted for me when I was about 10 and it is, without question, my favorite 'thing.' The reason is obvious--she made it for me with loving hands and though she's been gone for a very long time, using that blanket is, for me, an embrace. Though I'd never articulated it before now, she really is still its owner. And that very thought brings the sweetest tears.

    Thank you for this post.

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