The only thing we never get enough of is love; and the only thing we never give enough of is love. Henry Miller
On this day dedicated to the celebration of love, I find myself pondering the meaning of that ethereal, sometimes surreal phenomenon that sustains and enriches and forces us to delve deeper into ourselves than we'd ever thought possible.
What is love, exactly?
It is what allows us to connect, to resonate with another, to find respite from the universe's seemingly endless onslaught.
It is what makes us want to be better, to be stronger, more present, more available for another.
It is what grows within us and blossoms when we least expect it, what evolves from fresh green sprout-like origins and matures into strong, supple, deep-rooted vines. The aging like fine wine analogy works well here, too.
The people I love, and who love me, make me believe in the absolute connection that exists between all of us and everything in our universe. Love engenders hope, and comprises the bedrock of belief.
In the end, love is all that matters. With it we reach potentials we hadn't imagined possible. Without it we doubt and wither and sometimes lose faith.
So hug someone you love, or reach out from afar and let them know that you love them. Tell them over and over, and mean it. We all have endless wells of the stuff to share, and wells that overflow when we are loved in return. It's truly the commodity that brings so very much more than we ever realize into our lives with very little effort at all on our part.
All we need is to be, and let love happen.
Happy Valentine's Day, and may you be surrounded by love in its infinite forms, wherever you may find yourselves.
On this day dedicated to the celebration of love, I find myself pondering the meaning of that ethereal, sometimes surreal phenomenon that sustains and enriches and forces us to delve deeper into ourselves than we'd ever thought possible.
What is love, exactly?
It is what allows us to connect, to resonate with another, to find respite from the universe's seemingly endless onslaught.
It is what makes us want to be better, to be stronger, more present, more available for another.
It is what grows within us and blossoms when we least expect it, what evolves from fresh green sprout-like origins and matures into strong, supple, deep-rooted vines. The aging like fine wine analogy works well here, too.
The people I love, and who love me, make me believe in the absolute connection that exists between all of us and everything in our universe. Love engenders hope, and comprises the bedrock of belief.
In the end, love is all that matters. With it we reach potentials we hadn't imagined possible. Without it we doubt and wither and sometimes lose faith.
So hug someone you love, or reach out from afar and let them know that you love them. Tell them over and over, and mean it. We all have endless wells of the stuff to share, and wells that overflow when we are loved in return. It's truly the commodity that brings so very much more than we ever realize into our lives with very little effort at all on our part.
All we need is to be, and let love happen.
Happy Valentine's Day, and may you be surrounded by love in its infinite forms, wherever you may find yourselves.
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