Love. As I’ve said before, no one lies on their death-bed saying, ‘wasn’t I great at that’ or ‘isn’t my bank account fantastic?’ It is the love account that matters. That is what is drawn on in times of need and replenished in times of joy. This is the one life account none of us can escape opening and with any luck, we won’t ever close it. On my death-bed, I hope to be saying I love you to someone or at least, having someone saying to me, I love you.
Food and shelter are at issue for many every day who struggle just to provide same for themselves and families, if they even can. It is love that motivates them to continue striving for their goals, walking miles to get food for loved ones, taking horrible jobs at low pay in foreign lands just to send every penny home. It is love that holds us together when there is nothing else left. I believe love is the human condition. It keeps us going when nothing else will.
Love is what we yearn for when we don’t have any. The loving touch of a mother’s hand, the kindly hand holding of an elderly friend while walking with them, taking time to call someone just to say we are thinking of them when our day is so overloaded we really don’t have those moments to give but we also know that, in love, we will never get them back, the opportunity to show love will be gone forever if we don’t take it.
Love can take many forms. It can be as simple as the love of a pet cheering you up or a the love of strangers who cheer you on toward your goals.
Love has no condition that love itself cannot surmount. Even in moments of hurt, you can say, I’m sorry and I love you always. No matter what.
Love can be simply not letting someone down, keeping your word and walking your talk. Love can be good care of the self, taking the time out you need to replenish that you can better love those in your world. Love can be a voice on the internet telling you to hang in there. Love can be a voice on a phone in the middle of the darkest night saying, “If you need me to come and sit with you right now, I will.”
Love can often simply be showing up. Showing up is caring. Choosing absence is a position of control that some cannot see is harming themselves to “hold” more than those they “withhold” from.
Love is kindness in motion. Love is listening. Years ago, my friend Jon said, “Listening is a way of valuing others.” So right he is. Like a brother to me, life changes had him move quite far away and he is now married to a lovely woman; I’m sure they spend nights talking to sunrise as we often did. Love is the memories we make when we don’t even realize we are making them.
How we love one another on this planet defines us. Every simple act of kindness precedes us with the love shining from our character, moral compass and way of being in the world. When we are not shining purely, we hurt others.
I choose to continue to shine my love as purely as humanly possible.
Walking kindly and carrying a big ear.
JAM 11Feb2012
Thank you Janice. I truly enjoy your writing and really enjoyed this one. Glad you shared!
My pleasure, Lise, so pleased you enjoyed
xo
–Janice,
Everything dies, except LOVE.
Love endures FOREVER and ever and ever……
Xxx
You summarized my message so well, thank you, lovely heart xo
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The most beautiful post on love I ever read! True, love is unconditional and ‘love’ doesn’t necessarily convey the cliché partner’s relationship, but it also defines parental love, sisterly and brotherly love, nature lover…
Oh! You are too kind, young woman who thinks too much, lol. The most beautiful post on love – what a compliment, MD. So nice to hear from you, see your always wonderful pages soon
It may not work out that way. Among my love poems lined up to doughnut around 14th Feb is this:
My last comrade from ’36, I grip your hand
and hear you whisper ‘Revolución’.
I know you meant to say ‘amor’,
but it will do.
M
bell/pedal/saddle
And that does VERY nicely, M. Beautiful work. I can even hear the bell
Janice
Love is everything. It is my belief that our lives have meaning only because we give and receive love.
Wonderful post
So true, Jen. Thanks for swinging by and dropping your lovely comments…
I hope that when you time does come that as well as saying “I love you” to someone else you will be saying it to yourself. Hugs.
How lovely! I never even thought of that, Christy! Thank you for adding a much needed element to my post
I was always told that we are created with love and with that seed it is our job to sow and nurture it…then when it is time we pass it on to others…for only when we give love away can it actually blossom.
Beautiful post Janice
Peace to you
“for only when we give love away can it actually blossom”
Such beautiful words you have dropped here today, thank you for visiting and for your kind comments. See you soon
It is the love account that matters… So true.
Thank you for depositing a little more in mine today by reading my pages and dropping your comment here
Well said… Love is priceless.
Thank you. Love is priceless. All love
Thanks for yours today. See you soon.
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thanks, Jen
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