Usually during this pagan holiday surrounding the idea of a winged angel armed with an arsenal of arrows that pierce the heart to fall in love with the first the eyes behold: we yearn, nay crave for the emotion of love. Though love seems to be a fickle entity indeed. Love seems to wisp in on the spring breeze, rain upon our hearts with the promise of a bountiful harvest in the fall and manage to brush our skin with faint relief only to find that it has past.
Though as flighty as young birds trying their wings, Love has the ability to endure, fortify and become an eternal fire of loyal companionship. Perhaps that is why we all ache to have the longing fulfilled in the deepest caverns of our soul. It brings new life to our vast sight as far as the eye can see, only to be blinded by the vast expanse of its enduring fragility. Irony seems to scoff at the name Valentine. Truly it should be recognized as S.A.D. For with Love abounding in your life, you steer away for the emotional monster we call sadness. Otherwise, without such warmth to frolic in the abscesses of our complexity, it is truly sad.
Love comes in all shapes and sizes. Who is to say that because you don't have a husband/wife, boy/girlfriend dictates the lack of Love? Are we not apart of families that have vested interest in our well being and happiness? Do we not have spirit inside each of us to look upon one another and see that inside we are all the same? Love has many shades of color: compassion, kindness, empathy, virtuous and loyal to name a few of it's hues. Must Love be manifest in a being of likewise frame of where it comes from? I think not.
When I begin to doubt whether or not I miss out of the very ideal of intimate exchange of physical, emotional and spiritual aptitudes, I often remember a saying:
"You reap what you sow."
'In dark and dank do they grow and lie, but Oh how they blossom' ... soon, it will be my turn to experience the depth and breadth of what others do now.
May we all find Love and hold tight to it when it brushes by. Who knows when it will pass by again.
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