Of course, the one song that goes straight to the truth of a break up when, unfortunately, you are the one getting left behind is no other than, “I Can’t Make You Love Me,” originally performed by Bonnie Raitt.
Right? You can’t force anyone to love you. This simple truth is like having a band-aid ripped off your busted-up heart! *Ouch.*
What can I say, except, good thing our “achy” heart, if we allow it to grieve in soul healing music, can rebound back to its normal self in a timely fashion. In addition, along with healing music, one can use the power of writing for speedier recovery…
Tonight her mind felt it needed to rest, you know,
heavy eyelids, slowed speech and dragging of the feet.
Her being weighed a ton, so it seemed
the mind wanted to shut it all down.
Heavens, she fell down to the ground with the daily newspaper in hand
The screen door slammed as she got up and heard the words
I need to Go…
But tonight she needed to write; not dwell on love that was not.
As the timer ticked at it is usual pace
She remembered; Sleep how it would come all too soon
Like the train of cars holding on to nothing except all the dreams
I need to Go…
I can’t make you love me if you don’t
She picked up her pen and began to write
In the darkness, her heart will again find the light.
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What do you think?
I have wanted to try the Poll thingy so help me out here:
These are the three, in my opinion, best performers to the song, I Can’t Make You Love Me ,so, you decide, who does the best performance in healing a poor broken up heart?
(If you are not familiar with the videos before you vote, just click on the performer and sing along.)
Roxy lost her life yesterday. She was a foxy feathered friend who gave an egg a day, kept the bug population under control and was a constant companion to our one rooster. The cause of her death is unknown and being a very young chicken, age was not a factor. I suspect the extreme heat wave lingering over this land (with day temperatures brewing in the triple digits) may have been a factor. It is difficult to keep outside animals from heat related injuries and fatal mishaps during extreme heat temperatures. A regular, fine mist, water sprinkler throughout the day, I guess, was not enough to keep Roxy cooled down. I just do not know.
It was a sad day anyway, especially for her rooster companion. I also found myself tearing up just the thought of Roxy passing without anyone outside to help her.
I know Roxy was just a hen, and around here, hens are easy to come by, but somehow, have you noticed when you give a name to anything, it seems like the named item becomes the Velcro that sticks itself to your heart? Maybe next time I will cautiously give a name to anything that may strongly attach to my heart. Away with you, Velcro! Arrgh.
“Grief is so painfully real, regardless of its origin. The love of, and attachment to, an animal friend can equal that of human relationships. Likewise, the loss of an animal can be just as devastating.” ~Rev. Joel L. Morgan
Have you ever named something and later found your heart grieving when their final time came sooner than expected?
Lay it out in lavender…the beautiful pale purple flower that grows abundantly without asking for much care except a bit of sunlight, water and occasionally fertilizer. I am so grateful to have lavender thriving in the yard.
“When I am an old woman I shall wear PURPLE
With a red hat which doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we’ve no money for butter.”
This sounds like the perfect old woman I plan to strive for. Ha! Cheers!