It seems like such an obvious thing; to write my Ten about love, this weekend, when the world is full of red and pink glitterysparkly heart-shaped somethings, and the shops are cashing in on insecurities and high-expectations…and no. I’m not in *that* zone any more. I wrote what I wanted to write, to the people I wanted to know it here (even if it was a little ass-backwards, it was still received most beautifully by my wonderful friends, who recognised the spirit in which it was written), and what I want to say to Husby is likely best left betwixt the two of us. So I’ll move us on…
Because the more I think about it (and believe me, I’ve been here staring at a blank page for so long that Dyanne’s pestered me for the linkie code, AND published her post, AND pipped me into the linkie (I expect)) the more I think it all comes back to love.
Why do we write? Because we want to share of ourselves and make meaningful connections.
Why are we practicing this thankfulness thing once a week? Because we seek to emphasise to ourselves and others that in spite of whatever other everythings are going on, there are GOOD things in our lives, which we know make our experience of the world a better one.
Why do we hop over to one anothers’ blogs and celebrate other bloggers’ Ten Things of Thankful? Because in celebrating the good times with them, and empathising in the challenging times, we build relationship – the very thing that humans (as social creatures) are designed for,
Why do we seek relationship (in whatever form it takes)? Affirmation. Acknowledgement. Validation.
Where do those come from? Love.
And in its most wonderful form, it is generous, powerful, steadfast, truthful, delightful, and utterly glorious.
All the trappings and commercialisation of Valentine’s day can’t cheapen that.
It underscores everything.
It’s in invisible signs and properly made tea.
It’s in glitterbombs and hand-written cards.
It’s in borrowed clothes and back-rubs.
It’s in seeing their smiles when I tell them “You’re my favourites”
It’s in out-loud declarations and long chats behind the scenes.
It’s in the linked arms of half our lives.
It’s in catching up, because we haven’t seen each other for a while.
It’s in ‘not alone’ and ‘stronger together’ and choosing.
It’s in stubbly kisses and giggling about the scratchiness, and knowing we’re right.
It’s in recognising from afar, or close up, a kinship.
It’s in knowing we’re more the same than we are different.
And it’s blowing my mind.
In fact, I’d go so far as to say that somehow, it’s all I ever write about.
Life works in circles, and most everything seems to come back to love. What’s your take? And what are you thankful for?