No One Gets Tired Of Loving

         The month of love is among us, and today I reflect on how easy and hard, it is to love.
To be passionately devoted or overly attached, infatuated or sick with yearning. Love is complicated, and should not cause fatigue?! But it does, love can drain the very cells out of your body, and at the same time evoke such tenderness. It really is a remarkable emotion, for the physical heart.
       I count myself to be in the category of lucky in love.
       I love so much and it comes easy, ( not spread your legs easy!) more like easy on a Sunday morning.
To adore, dote on, be fascinated by, treasure, be fond of, nuts about, delight in so many things, puts the juice in JOY!
     After the profound loss of a child, loving becomes much harder, yet somewhat simpler.
     Standing at the side of a grave of a lifelong friend, you feel the love to the core of your center.
     I do know death does not stop, when people die.
Music thrills by being, and reading is my constant companion. Husband love is such an intimate experience, to grow old with someone, with all our flaws on the table, is cherished daily. Children love, there are no words, trust me, I have looked. I am a stepmother, a birth mother and an adoptive mother, three very different kinds of love, tied together with my heart strings. I would save you from any pain, if I could, but don't test me!!! I love being a parent. I also prize being an 'Uma', with two grandsons. Now that is another kind of love, ( there are so many) it is constant, yet there is distance. Very neat to be a grandparent. My parents are here on earth with me, and remind me that getting older can be difficult, and we have to love each other through all ages of crazy!! What a powerful thing, this love of friends is, adore, admire, appreciate, the three 'As'.
    Self love is the most important, honor yourself, your special, beautiful self, and love shines.
    We are often so critical of our every move and thought! Yuck, put yourself on the Love Train, and dance!
 People occasionally ask, " Who would you take to a deserted island?" Well, that is easy, ME! who knows you better, and I hope you love yourself first, and would want to be on an island with all of yourself. Of course I would want good farm to table food, precious art, Pandora, and all my loves with me, but first on the island is me!
      Be warm, affectionate, loyal, thoughtful to you first, then you can share the wealth of your being with this wonderful world. We touch people, by loving who we are. Broken and flawed, filled with love, grateful for being so loved, and on my knees sending it your way.