The Cracked Acorn: Love

If you are a serious reader of a broad realm of literature, you probably know how the sun works with its atomic furnace and how many miles per hour the planet Earth spins on its trip around our closest star. We all have our own solution of the energy crisis and know about digital recorders and what a HDTV is and why it is so much better, all for nice living and enjoyment.

What do you know about love?

Many books are written on this eternal subject. Music shops are catering to our tastes and desires of this wonderful human trait. The dictionary defines “love” as the deep and tender feeling of affection or attachment or devotion to a person or persons. It can be a strong, passionate attraction for a select individual. The blame is sometimes laid at the feet of Cupid with his bow and arrow.
At an early age I realized it was good to be with my parents. In later years, I knew this to be love. I cannot recall those early years when I first noticed that there were other tiny people (like myself) in the world. They were called girls. They seemed to have a mystery all their own and did things boys did not. They liked dolls and were more likely to go crying to their mothers. We boys tried not to do that, probably get a “whooping” before we could explain that the girls did it!

Through my teen years my soirees to satisfy my curiosity about womankind was rewarded by a slap to the face, shrugs indicating I was kin to insect-life. If I caught the eye of a fair damsel and she saw me; I got crossed-eyes and a tongue stuck out at me. I never gave up; I guess I thought this was some form of love. My father was always involved in farming. My mother watched from afar and would say,”It’s all part of growing up!” I was almost out of my teens at the time. On a trip home from shopping for groceries, I saw a roadside tree with mistletoe and thought to try to gather some. I knew of its supposedly powers and I did my best to harvest a few twigs. I never did, the stuff grew at the top of the tallest oak trees.

Sources say that the ancient Druids thought that mistletoe kept away lightning, disease and misfortune of every kind. The wood if carried warded off sickness and cured wounds (DO NOT APPLY TO ANY WOUND). The plant itself if eaten in any form,including the berries is deadly. It doesn’t bother the birds. If laid near your bedroom door it will give you restful sleep. Burn it and evil will be banished. Wear it around your neck to achieve invisibility. In Romania, home of Dracula, it is called the “vampire plant” since it thrives on the food of its host. In Europe it can grow to small shrub size. One of the myths was that if you kissed anyone under the mistletoe, the person fell madly in love with you.

The BIBLE sums it up about true love in John 3:16