9/39/04

[bubblze30]

Today's thought is:

The sufferings of love should ennoble, not degrade.
--George Sand

Only in the imagination does love promise happiness forever. Through experience, we discover the myriad dimensions of love. Sometimes love is joy. Sometimes passion. Sometimes moments of serenity amongst the laughter and sadness. Generally, love is soft. But it also may sting. Love is forever changing, perhaps a smile will slow our pace one minute, but a sign of danger may push us to act, to respond, to make a decision the next.

All that love is, there's much it is not. Love is not shaming. Nor is it punishing. Love does not gloat, criticize, degrade, or diminish. At times we think we're filled with love and yet we selfishly serve our needs before another's. And when we truly express our love to another, there's no mistaking the warm glow that fills the body.

How simple to be a giver of love and yet how forgetful we are when the opportunities arise.

[bubblze30]

This brings me backi to two weeks ago in my women's group. The facilitator asked me if I know what love was. I had to answer honestly and say no. I never truely recieved love when I was younger or actually yes I recieved what my mother thought was love. Which wasn't much. They asked well do you love your daughter and I do I would give my right arm for her, I would die so she could live, I look at her and worry and I think this is all love my love see thats the love I know. I think we all have our own thoughts on what love is to us. this reading says it all. I am so happy to have fallen apon this reading I am coping it because it's so simply if you think about it. We do love to complicate don't we. So now my answer is yes I do love.

[CarrieSueBee]

Some countries (languages) have several words for the different concepts and feelings that we lump together as one word, "love."

Loving my new haircut is different than the love I have for my son, which is different from the love I have for my husband....and on and on. It gets so complex! Becaue even feeling loved has its various forms - depending on the source of the love. My dog loves me, my AA group memebers tell me they love me, God loves me, my husband loves me...and it is all so different.

This post is such a nice one because it allowes the reader to re-live the loving feelings they have for other things, places, events, animals, people...and to perhaps reflect on the many loving forces in their lives!