He lived true, unconditional love.

Maybe novelist and poet D. H. Lawrence achieved unconditional love. For his dear wife and friend, Frieda. If so, it was a remarkable feat. I doubt that Lawrence had another unconditional love with anyone. Not a single friend. Unconditional love, I suspect, is very, very rare. Seldom achieved. The strange thing. Lawrence and Frieda quarreled. Fairly often. In front of other people. They even insulted each other. In what sounded like abusive ways. But minutes later, they might be sighted walking together like true lovers. Maybe engaged in intimate conversation. As if they were the only two people in the world that existed. That’s the incredible part. They allowed each other to be themselves. And always loved and accepted each other. Unconditionally. True love. True forgiveness. They recognized that they were two quite different people. But that gave them balance. The kind of depth necessary for true love. For unconditional love. Lawrence had a vision of the perfect marriage/relationship. Two ships. Sailing in the night. Not necessarily together. They take different routes to get to the same port. But that’s the point. They ultimately end up at the same destination. Because of their true and unconditional love. I suspect that Lawrence achieved this Nirvana only with Frieda. With no one else.  Not with another friend. Because Lawrence had a history of breaking/writing off close friendships. He wasn’t the most tolerant fellow to ever live. Just the contrary. It would have been hell to be Lawrence’s friend. It would have taken unconditional love. Thank gawd. That was attained. A two-way unconditional loving relationship. Between Lawrence and Frieda. That is what made their lives together truly meaningful. That was their greatest accomplishment in life. Far greater even then anything Lawrence ever wrote. Because he lived it. Yes, not a figment of his vivid and profound creative imagination. It was real as real can be.  –Jim Broede