Today in particular I feel my thoughts turn to the question of love.
In all honesty, I don’t think I’m ever not thinking about love – in one of its many forms.
Recently I attended a workshop on Karma, and it inspired me to consider all that the heart is capable of, all the different kinds of love, and how Love/Heart become transferable words:
Kind Love, Flexible Love, Passionate Love, Hidden Love, Invisible Love, Unrequited Love, Past Love, Future Love, Possible Love, Free Love, Manifest Love, Distant Love, Familial Love, Romantic Love, Complex Love, Loving Love, Unconditional Love, Cruel Love, Conscious Love, Unconscious Love, Karmic Love, Tantric Love, Precious Love, Material Love, Jealous Love, Cupboard Love…”
And how many other kinds of love are there?
So many. So many words that could describe the concept of love. As many as you could think of. A dictionary full. And a Thesaurus. And endless fictional and self-help books that describe this elusive puzzle, so crucial to joy in life.
But still. What is it? Just a concept or a feeling?
I think it’s different to each of us, as unique as we are. And each different type of love, every version of love means something different in itself and to each person. And that’s OK. Because it is so personal, so intimate. No-one can tell you to be in love, to fall in love, to stay in love, diagnose love, prescribe love. It comes from inside, deep inside, inside your heart and your head.
Chemicals and visions and thoughts and electric pulses conspire to create a set of circumstances where you fall under that devastating spell and perhaps you’ll be lucky enough to never emerge. Or perhaps we all need to experience the many nuances of love and the opposite of love, to really know it?
It’s my/our wedding anniversary today, and so as I ponder the question of love, I give thanks for it – signed, sealed, delivered – 7 years ago today and every day since. And for all the other kinds of love that I experience around me and carry in my heart.