Recently I got a gift in a clothing shop: three white soaps in the form of a heart, nicely packed in a red cardboard box with three words in white color printed on it: Eros Agape Philia. I remembered the Greeks and a quick look into Wikipedia affirmed my assumption that those three words are defining different variations of love. See: Greek words for love. Eros means “love, mostly of the sexual passion”. Agape in Greek philosophy is “love: esp. charity; the love of God for man and of man for God”. Philia would be “affectionate regard, friendship”. There is also a fourth kind of love:...

Review of: Out of the Forest and into the City: A Fantasy Novel (Vivvy and Izzy the Dwarf: A Series About Relationships Book 1) “This is one of the most unusual approaches I have seen in the writing of a fantasy romance novel. Izzy, the Dwarf has access to many magical interventions that he could have used to assist the couple in their life journey. Instead, he consults with the wizards and turns that advice around to where the couple must figure out their issues on their own. Vivvy and Felix are on a journey of self-discovery. They are forced to come to grips with their childhood, how they feel...

How can it be that the people we love most drive us most crazy at times? Dr. Harville Hendrix claims that our life partner usually has at least one personality trait that has bothered us or still bothers us in one of our parents as well (Getting the Love You Want, 1988). But why are we annoyed by exactly this trait? Phyllis Krystal always taught us in her seminars, that we picked our parents ourselves before incarnation, because we wanted to learn something specific. The lesson goes on with the life partner, as it would appear from the teachings of the both above mentioned authors. Whatever the...

Love is an unexpected morning greeting. It’s birds on the same branch meeting. Love is a soft melody sung in a pair. Love is being strict but fair. Love is a perfumed letter with a passionate message. Love is seeking to one’s heart a secret passage. Love is finding a way through a rough patch. Love is tolerating socks that don’t match. Love is a patient yearning. It’s also a desire like a furnace burning. Love is breaking up and making up. It’s also self-defense and standing up. Love is the heart’s higher learning. Love is making the armistice and not the fight...

Until it is suffocating, I guess, but how do you know you are not just imagining it? When is close too close? Let us look at some examples. If by chance the couple read the same book and then talk about it, it is alright, I reckon. But I once heard about a lady who was putting pressure on her partner: ‘We have to read the same books.’ She was enforcing superfluous closeness, in my opinion. Of course it is very romantic to watch movies together, cuddled up on the couch. But there is also absolutely nothing wrong with a couple, who like different genres and have two TV sets. They can still be kind...