Who loves me? Who is the boss?

At last the sun peaked out and I went to Bellwoods Park where it was very windy. Seeing the sun is a treat this time of year.

I'm reading Eat Pray Love by Elizabeth Gilbert. It is written in a very chatty and breathless style which I find somewhat offputting, so I am skimming. I agree with the critics of this best seller that Gilbert is self-obsessed and has very middle class concerns and apparently no money worries whatsoever. Not a regular Jane. But, I'm reading it, so it does have interest for me.

At one point, she complains to a wise medicine man in Indonesia about her troubles with love (an ex-husband and ex-boyfriend prey on her mind). Then she comments that these must be petty concerns for him to advise on compared to questions of how to find enlightenment. And he replies that there are only two questions that people have - 'Does this person love me?' and 'Who is in charge?' That's it - those are the human concerns.

Who cannot relate to that? I know that questions of love pre-occupy my sorry dating ass. And when I'm working in a corporate environment, anyway, questions of the pecking order do unfortunately seem to take a lot of emotional energy.