February Twenty-first; Thoughts on Infatuation

I tried to start this earlier, but grew weary of the struggle of trying to get my muse to speak to me. I believe my muse has become infatuated with the idea of self importance and only appearing when, well its own muse strikes. Or maybe if I offered donuts.

Anyway, lets forge ahead, maybe that missing in action muse will drag in eventually. One of my new favorite go to sites, https://www.dictionary.com/browse/infatuation. I love the ‘state of being infatuated’ definition. Yep, that’s helpful. I could go down the rabbit hole and get that definition but we’ll just go with this;

Infatuation is often used to refer to the state of someone who has fallen in love with a person without really knowing them. But it can refer to any obsessive or passionate focus, such as on an activity or goal. A person who’s affected this way can be described as infatuation.

Confession time here. I can admit that my desire to have this amazingly gorgeous yard of flowers is an infatuation. Infatuation is the state of being infatuated (looks like the rabbit hole came to me this time.)being absorbed with an extreme passion for someone or something, especially in a way that makes you foolish or unreasonable about it.
The funny thing is, when my husband was alive, he was such an enabler. No matter where we went, if there were plants, he would buy me at least one. I also have friends who are often sharing their plants and flowers with me.

I do realize though that to move this from an infatuation to fruition takes work. If I want to move from just dreams and wishes to actually having that amazing growth of flowers, creating that pollinator’s paradise, I have to set the dreams aside and pick up a shovel.

Infatuation is easy. It can also be a deception. It is easy to allow ourselves to believe a wish on the wind, without understanding or maybe caring where that wind comes from or is going. We see something or someone that sparks an interest and we act without forethought.

While I do believe there is a thing as love at first sight, I  think it very rare. I also think that it is something that takes both parties feeling the same and being willing to do the work–yes work– to make it grow and strengthen. Because otherwise it is simply an infatuation that fades over time leaving one or both hurt.

Personally, I think that deep emotions take time. We can meet someone we take an immediate dislike to, only later to find that initial emotion incorrect. We were mislead by a first impression. One that can be and often is corrected if we take the time to explore and learn. I believe it to be the same with love. It is an emotion that takes time. Like the example of planting a seed. You have that first sighting, the first words and that seed is planted. It is with subsequent meetings, conversations, moments spent together that the plant- or love- grows. It needs tending, watering, feeding and time. You don’t plant a seed and immediately have an Oak tree.

Faith can be looked at in the same manner. You can be infatuated with what you see and hear, but unless you open your heart and mind, it never evolves into anything deeper. You hear, you think oh yeah that makes sense, but like the seed planted on poor ground or among thorns, your faith doesn’t form or grow. It simply fades away. Like anything else, it takes work. It takes being with people with like minds. It takes studying the Word, researching, seeking understanding. It takes belief, acceptance, and prayer.

I believe, that we can become infatuated with anything, it is when we find the determination to move beyond that, where we find the real treasures that await. Now if you will excuse me, I owe my muse  donuts.

About rebecca s revels

A writer, a photographer, a cancer survivor. An adventurer of the mild kind, a lover of the simple pleasures such as long walks and chocolate. A Christian unashamed of my faith and a friend who is dependable and will encourage readily. Author of three self published books with more waiting to find their way to paper. An advocate of good things, a fighter against wrongs.
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