What’s Love Got to Do with It? I Mean Really?

Just coming from a visit with my beautiful grandbaby, Meghan, I feel so full, so stretched to the brim with exquisite joy. This feeling never fails me.  Probably because it’s the one thing I know I cannot live without in some shape, form or another (well, that and chocolate natch!). And in the afterglow of it trying to articulate the visceral, pull each thread to the surface, this is what I imagine love to be …

Everything.

Love is the promise and gravitational pull of all that we deem holy.

Love is that sacrosanct goodness showing us the way to be better, to do better. Helping an old lady across the street, donating clothes to the Salvation Army, sending care packages oversees. The type of things you think about, but never do, or often enough.

Love is grandbaby giggles, farts and burps.

Love is forgiveness.

Love is joy. Given freely it resonates wings that soar to some pretty spectacular highs.

Love is singing in the shower. Off-key and laughing.

Love is “being that rainbow in someone’s cloud,” like Maya Angelou said. It’ll make you feel good. So find that someone, anyone to shine for. Today, tomorrow, as soon as you can.

Loves is what makes us act stupid sometimes. But happy stupid; which is pretty cool in my book.

Love is that profound bliss biting into a frozen Milky Way bar without a care in the world.

Love is fighting and ending it with a big smackeroo.

Love is loving yourself and knowing the rest will follow.

Love is being okay to open the door to broken hearts and broken dreams.

Love is Buddha on steroids. Fearless. Leaping off tall buildings in a single bound into that unconditional safety net you can’t buy at Marshall’s or anywhere else for that matter. Because it’s the one thing in life you’ll never find on sale.

Love is compassion, empathy, the willingness to let those that love you be themselves without judgment.

Love is the eternal rule. An alignment to the universe. That infinite connection beyond life’s most egregious disasters and hardships. It makes all things possible. Not just because they are, but because you worked hard to get there.

Love is walking along the beach, holding hands, and sharing an ice cream cone.

Love is boundless, harmonious, hormonal, frightening, exhilarating, crippling, healing. It is all these things and more. Oh yeah, much more. So do yourself a favor … next time love comes knocking on your door, don’t fight it, don’t pretend you don’t need it in your life. Welcome it with open arms. I promise you won’t regret it!

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