Love

A recent spate of traveling, coupled with a severe case of writing block, has resulted in a serious lapse in attending to this fledgling blog. Wallowing in little circles, I could not escape the whirlpool.  Then, a friend of mine, bless her heart, suggested I write about love - the many forms of it - parent/child, man/woman, siblings/ best forever friends…that sort of thing.

Love?  Perhaps she could have thought of something easier to write about, like nuclear physics, or the origins of our universe.  But love it is. A blog, by definition, is designed for short (or relatively so) treatments of “stuff.”  Love covers a bit more ground than that.  Google it, and you’ll find over 8.2 BILLION hits. Want to get lost in the forest very quickly -  try to write about love.

Emotion or virtue, noun or verb, love has confounded us through the ages…it has lifted poets to immortality and vexed novelists at every turn of the page.  It has driven man to war, yet inspired his most noble deeds. The treatment and discussion of love is virtually endless, probably the closest thing to infinity we on earth can imagine.

So, how can the subject of love fit into a little blog?  How can we even come close to making sense of this mystery that carries so much breadth and depth?  I believe love, no matter how we encounter it in the moment, has an essence that can be unveiled.  And if we can only distill, just a bit, this thing called love, the search is made easier.  For you see, in simplicity there is understanding.  In the understanding comes awareness, and from that awareness flows the ability, however brief or clouded, to see love’s essence.

Love.  Eloquently honored  with 3 words or 3,000.  Love, with so many levels, and yet, only one -- 

that I love thee, more than me.

Mark Twain quote:  “Love is not a product of reasonings and statistics.  It just comes – none knows whence – and cannot explain itself.”