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I’ve been thinking about this for a day or two….perhaps allowing a bit more time for thoughts to make words.
Several ladies in my office were talking earlier this week about Valentine’s Day, that it is also known as Single Appreciation Day. One wasn’t familiar with the term, and the other was explaining it as a period of celebration for those without Valentines.
A few thoughts came to mind. First, I couldn’t believe they would tell me without expecting some kind of response.
Who needs a valentine to love? ❤
But beyond that – more. Do we really need a day? Really? Shouldn’t we be reminded of love, and to be loving every day? So many of our holidays are with the same purpose, to remind us of things we should know, that we should celebrate every day. Christmas, Easter, Independence Day, Mother’s Day, Father’s Day, Veterans Day… How short is our memory that we would need to be reminded, or that we would need an excuse to show love?
And more….. What proof do we need to know we’re loved? Do we need a box of chocolates to know we matter to someone? I tend to make things way to simple, but there is no one that I love that would ever pass a single night without knowing I love them. Not believing I do – knowing I do. The same with me – I know I am loved. I don’t need proof. Love does that. If we allow it, it changes everything. And I’m not talking about the ‘burn-your-house down’ passion. I’m talking about the embers that remain to warm us throughout our years – on long nights – on cold nights. Embers don’t need words to be.
I’ve seen a post or two lately on this (thank you for the reminder, Jane). Love (true love) simply is. It doesn’t need a place or a time (or a name) to be. Do we need the manifestation to convince us? Ahhh, WE are the manifestation. We are the love. Let us sit softly against the glowing embers and remember (always) that we are loved.
tho none the same
you spoke my name
in the dark
e’er I need to know
of all I understand
to the flame
. . .
Wendell A. Brown said:
She is right, true love simply is! It is shown in many ways every single moment of everyday, and really it is often shared without wanting anything in return. Just knowing someone recognizes the real existence of another that is real love. That is a kindness which is priceless! No special day is really needed because love is special and real when shared every day! Beautiful poem Bobbie, always a blessing to read them…have a wonderful weekend!
O yes, Wendell. Wouldn’t it be much easier if we only had to love those who loved us back, or those who deserved our love? Love simply is, and as such, it is deserved by all. It is our charge – to love. When the night is dark, when the tears are falling – love. I truly believe that wherever we have loved, we live……….long after hands are stilled and lips grown silent. Thank you, Wendell. ~ Ever, Bobbie
in the dark”
…and on the other side
of the life I know as mine
they warm the love
that’s written in my heart…
………Good night, darlin’ girl. ~xo~
Thank you, my dearest Paul. Beyond the place they know us well, another dreams us home. ~ Ever, Bobbie
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