How's Your Love Life?
SteveMR200
earth, is: How well did you love? What was the
quality of your love?
--Richard Bach (1936- )
_Messiah's Handbook: Reminders For The
Advanced Soul_ [2004]
--
Steve
Prue D
I don't believe this person has suitable enough moral standards to be
quoted in AQ.
...
An airplane pilot, [Bach] got married with his first wife and had six
children, then divorced and left his family in part because he didn't
believe in marriage. One of his children, Jonathan, wrote a book about
his relation with his father he never knew, Above the Clouds.
~www
Leslie [second wife] and I are no longer married. Soul mates, to me,
don't define themselves by legal marriage. There's a learning connection
that exists between those two souls. Leslie and I had that for the
longest time, and then a couple of years ago, she had this startling
realization. She said, "Richard, we have different goals!" I was
yearning for my little adventures and looking forward to writing more
books. Leslie has worked all her life long, and she wanted peace, she
wanted to slow the pace, not complicate it, not speed it up. Not money,
not family, no other men or other women, separated us. We wanted
different futures. She was right for her. I was right for me. Finally it
came time for us to make a choice. We could save the marriage and
smother each other: "You can't be who you want to be." Or we could
separate and save the love and respect that we had for each other. We
decided the marriage was the less important. And now we're living
separate lives.
~ Richard Bach 1936- , interview with Gail Hudson of amazon.com
[Bach and Leslie] divorced amicably in 1999. Bach was married to his
third wife, Sabryna Nelson-Alexopoulos in April 1999
~wiki
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//Prue D.
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SteveMR200
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>> The only thing that matters, at the end of a stay on
>> earth, is: How well did you love? What was the
>> quality of your love?
>> --Richard Bach (1936- )
>> _Messiah's Handbook: Reminders For The
>> Advanced Soul_ [2004]
>_________________________
>
>Leslie [second wife] and I are no longer married. Soul mates, to me,
>don't define themselves by legal marriage.
>~ Richard Bach 1936- , interview with Gail Hudson of amazon.com
>
>[Bach and Leslie] divorced amicably in 1999. Bach was married to his
>third wife, Sabryna Nelson-Alexopoulos in April 1999
>~wiki
Was it the talk-shows, was it the success of the
book, was it my new bank account, or was it simply
that I was no longer flying without stop? All at
once I was meeting attractive women as never I had
before. Intent on my search, I met each of them
through a prism of hope: she was the one until she
proved me wrong.
Charlene, a television model, might have been my
soulmate save that she was too pretty. Invisible
flaws in her mirror image reminded her that the
Business is cruel, only a few years left to earn a
retirement, to save for retraining. We could talk
about something else, but not for long. Always she
came back to the Business. Contracts, travel,
money, agents. It was her way of saying she was
frightened, and couldn't think her way out of the
murderous silvered glass.
Jaynie had no fear. Jaynie loved parties, she loved
drinking. Charming as a sunrise, she clouded and
sighed when she found I didn't know where the action
was.
Jacqueline neither drank nor partied. Quick and
bright by nature, she couldn't take the brightness
for true. "High school dropout," she said, "not a
diploma to my name." Without a diploma, a person
can't be educated, can she, and without degrees, a
person's got to take what comes and hang on, hang on
to the security of cocktail-serving no matter how it
scrapes her mind. It's good money, she said. I
don't have an education. I had to drop out of
school, you understand.
Lianne cared not a whit for degrees, or for jobs.
She wanted to be married, and the best way to be
married was to be seen with me so that her
ex-husband would turn jealous and want her again.
Up from jealousy would come happiness.
Tamara loved money, and so dazzling was she in her
way that she was a fine woman for the price. An
artist's-model face, a mind that calculated even
while she laughed. Well-read, well-traveled,
multi-lingual. Her ex-husband was an investment
broker, and now Tamara wanted to start her own
broker's shop. A hundred thousand dollars would be
enough to get her business off the ground. Just a
hundred thousand, Richard, can you help me?
If only, I thought. If only I could find a woman
with Charlene's face but with Lianne's body, and
Jacqueline's gifts and Jaynie's charm and Tamara's
cool poise--there I'd be looking at a soulmate,
wouldn't I?
Trouble was that Charlene's face had Charlene's
fears, and Lianne's body had Lianne's troubles.
Each new meeting was intriguing, but after a day the
colors turned dull, intrigue vanished in the forest
of ideas that we didn't share. We were pie-slices
for each other, incomplete.
--Richard Bach (1936- )
_The Bridge Across Forever_ [1984], Chapter 6
--
Steve