Whats LOVE got to do with it?

Love.

Oh, how we throw that word around.

As freely and as far as a Frisbee in the coastal wind.
Blowing from one another as mystical as the movies and as bold as the darkest Colombian coffee.
Love.

To LOVE.
To be Loved.
The simplest of gifts, that we all desire.

From one end of the universe to another ,
Rich or poor, pink or bent we all desire to be loved.

We love so much that we weaken the word.

I love my morning Chi Latté in my beautiful porcelain mug.
I love the scent of my lotion after a refreshing morning shower.
I love my fingers as they move in dancing form over my laptop.
I love my freedom,
My chocolate,
My shoes, my bed, my hair,
My nose piercing, my wit, my style,
 My CHILDREN.

My choices,
I love my mission, my passions,

 I love the cities that I have never been too.
 I love sights that I have yet to see.

I LOVE LIFE.

With much gusto.
I love it all.

Even the ugly morsels.
 I love to learn,
To explore and to achieve.
I love to teach and to preach.
I love to listen and to grow.
I love creations and I love power.
I love the song and the words and the melodies.

I love to love.

Passionate, burning, toxic, tangible, raw, effortless love.

I love Natie's toes and his breath.
Benjamin's humor.
Luke's confidence.
Nick's attitude,
and Lindsey's warmth.


I love my children's everything.

LOVE.
So dimensional.
So give able,
So bright and electric and inspiring.
Love.

Self reflection is a difficult task.
To look in the mirror and to really see who is there.
Not the pre-conceived notion of what society sees, but to see and feel the real you.
Wipe off the eyeliner, toss the hair back and look inside.

Who are you?
Who have you been?
Where are you going?
Have you lived?
Have you loved?
Have you given?
Is it enough?

Days, weeks, months bleed by in a pool of nothing for some.
Have you given?
Taken?
Learned or taught?

I know for certain that I can love.
That I am able to give more that I desire in return.
That I live and I live big.

But recently I have realized that receiving the love is the difficult gift to unwrap.

Afraid that the meaning is lost behind the 4 letters.
Giving is the easy part. Believing is where it gets tricky.

But once you rid yourself of all the baggage that binds you, you will look in the mirror and see the person that DESERVES to be loved.

The person that is someone to so many.

The soul that has the ability to make a world of difference. Even if small,
to actually change some one's moment, day or life.

Just by LOVE.

 

Think about it....
Have you said it?
Meant it?

Owned it or been worthy of receiving?

I know I have and I am one hell of a lucky chick.
I never let a day go by without telling those around me,
I love you.
I mean it.
I need it.
I give it and I get it back.
Ten fold.

An immeasurable gift that wraps you in tight comfort and warm amazement.
Yes, my dear we are all worthy.

Now go get off your tushy and make a change.
Love more than you imagined.

Live your life,

Love and embrace the moments and make them count.

I will if you do......