What is love? The age old question we keep asking and keep telling people they need to spend, to spread, but do we actually know what it is, Love?
Perhaps it is because Love appears to be an umbrella word with so many different meanings and depths. I love Purple. It calms me. Much like I Love palo santo. Same reasons, it calms me. The world is better with them in it, but I could live with never seeing purple again and never having burning palo santo calming my nerves.
Flowers, absolutely adore them, the more the better but I spend days without them, sometimes months — is it Love?
People — well there we break off to even more depths and what Love could mean, should mean, does it mean? Our parents, our siblings, our friends, our co-workers, members of our community, your church family (if you attend), your fellow countrymen, Earthlings….
They are all at different levels, varying depths and meanings — they, all those types of Love, grow in different environments fed by different experiences, some positive and some toxic. So, how do we know it is Love? How do we know when we say to Love thy Neighbor, you actually are loving your neighbor?
I would die for my children, the Love I have for them would drive me to such lengths. I love all children. Would I die for all children, I would Love to think so, but we live in a society walking through life just fine as children are dying all around us. So, then, what is Love? How close does it have to be to our backyard before we actually feel it to share the warmth?
Does Love really die?
Love has energy, energy once created, never dies — so I believe. Think about it, those time when you’ve felt loved, you felt the energy and how your nerves reacted it entering the sheild of your body. That tingle, your heart letting down your guard that is normally there, that feeling that you could do anything, succeed or even fail, and that sense of Love will either lift you higher or be there to catch you as you learn a lesson.
You feel Love but how do you give it — and how do you know what type to give and to whom? How does it all happen? Those sparks? Those moments you want to never forget, that feeling that told your body it was safe? Your soul felt at home?
Why does it seem like you give Love but do not receive it back? How can that be when your eyes read those messages of Love on social media but your body doesn’t react? What is false Love? Can Love be disguised as an excuse, an out?
Four letters and yet so complicated but easy at the same time. I don’t know if we will ever be able to define the meaning of Love. If you think about it, we are told Love created our world. It took us from the beginning of time to our present day and our need to make it better for future generations. Love is what keeps this planet spinning and gravity in place for our feet to walk on into the future, safely.
Maybe it is not for us to question it, nor who it is given to, how it is created, just that the the flames are tended to, maybe that is the real Love.
Well, I awoke with these questions and I don’t have the answers. Perhaps it is up to each one of us to define what it means, like our personal faith we may carry in those hearts of ours.
If we keep walking and moving forward maybe all we need to do is appreciate the energy around us, the warmth of Love lighting our steps.
The meaning and purpose of Life, to keep the flames burning.
Maybe I just need more coffee in my life.
I’ll let you know if I ever figure these questions out….
HEALING HEARTS
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I might be placing my vulnerabilities out there for the world to laugh at and me to be picked apart but we keep getting this wrong, why not try?
At least I want to try to place a bandaid on my branch of the family tree, I am tired of the destruction.
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