Eternal Feminine

Elisabeth_Ludovika_of_BavariaAs was shown by my own research in this post, the Eternal Feminine of European women has been successfully attacked and reduced to a margin.

There were, and still are, females who are a true embodiment of their everlasting feminine spirit, ones who value eternal love, faithfulness and dedication to the right man, who treats them in equally gallant and sincere way. The chivalrous ways of the European people live on through them.

Elisabeth Ludovika of Bavaria once wrote a letter to her relative, Otto of Greece, after the demise of her husband Friedrich Wilhelm IV of Prussia:

I continue my life in the place which he so loved, so beautified, and where he spent the last moments of his life… A thousand painful memories of the joyful times, and those of his later suffering broke my heart. Nevertheless I endure. Running away from this pain won’t help, the pain always remains, and longing would lead me back here…

The immaculate romanticism of the letter leaves me speechless – it’s the Crown of our emotional complexity and evidence that true love exists and is something most valuable. Let it be food for thought to those who still have a heart.

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3 thoughts on “Eternal Feminine

  1. My Mother was a beach bunny in World War 2 California, and my Dad fished the waters of the Yellowstone.
    I forget the name of the river system that flows west to the Pacific Ocean- my brother knows.

    When Mom dies, we will take the ashes of both parents (Dad died 7 years ago) and scatter them where that river meets the ocean (it’s further up from the beach itself).

    It is where the two will meet again, meeting at the crux of the places they each loved.

    Now THAT’S romantic.

  2. The letter in it’s origanl German form:
    “Ich lebe still fort, an dem Ort, den er so liebte, den er immer verschönte, und wo er seine letzte Lebenszeit ununterbrochen zubrachte… die tausend wehmütigen Erinnerungen an die glücklichen Zeiten und besonders an seine letzten Leiden brachen mir das Herz. Dennoch bleibe ich. Es hilft nichts, den Schmerz zu fliehen, er kommt mit, und die Sehnsucht hätte mich doch wieder hierher getrieben…”

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