What is this thing called Love?

The Path of Love

I played yesterday. Played in the snow. Took my camera. Created photos of hearts.

And it was Fun!

It's all in an effort to explore the question I've posed for myself,  "What does Love mean to me?"

Yesterday, I read this from Andrew Cohen,

When we use the word "love," what exactly are we talking about? Are we referring merely to our unique tastes and preferences? Are we referring to our experience of deep personal bonds and emotional attachments? Or are we referring to our connection to a higher spiritual Truth? When we have an experience of revelation or what is traditionally called enlightenment, we directly taste for ourselves a kind of love that is of a different order altogether. It is a love that is truly eternal and unchanging, a love beside which all other forms of love pale in comparison. Once we have tasted its liberating and all-encompassing depth, our understanding of what love is and what it means changes forever.

Lovescapes in the Snow

Yesterday, more snow covered the ground and the labyrinth I'd created in the front yard was almost covered over.

I decided to re-create it, and in the process of walking it, respond to my question, What is Love?, by drawing myself into the centre of my 'true blue heart'.

It was a wonderful, delightful and playful exercise of intentionality marrying with creativity and whimsy.

Afterwards, I let my heart, and my creative nature run free creating LoveScapes in the Snow...

And, in the process, my understanding, knowing, embracing of 'Love' was enlightened by my path into my 'true blue heart'.

A Heartfelt Repast

I have always imagined letting go to mean 'falling'. What if letting go means flying free? Like zero gravity, what if letting go means lifting off, flying free, soaring into the unknown where I am free to explore all it means to be a loving human being without fear of falling?

What if...

I no longer chose to let gravity define my journey?



What if...

Letting go I fly free.

Signs

Life is one big road with lots of signs. So when you riding through the ruts, don't complicate your mind. Flee from hate, mischief and jealousy. Don't bury your thoughts, put your vision to reality. Wake Up and Live! Bob Marley

This is my 799th post. Tomorrow equals 800. It seems amazing to me that over the past two and a half years I have continued to write in this space a minimum of five days a week -- day after day and I still find something to write.

That's consistency. Perseverance. Stamina.

Today, I received an email from a large health and wellness site inviting me to become a preferred blogger under their "Happiness" section. Wow. Blogging works. They contacted me after one of their principles happened upon my site.

Last week, I finally got up the courage to contact a publisher in New York about my book, The Dandelion Spirit. Within minutes of sending my query via email, he wrote back, Wow. Send the PDF. Minutes later, he asked for a hardcopy of the book to be sent. Doesn't mean it will be picked up -- but it's a far better situation than it would be if I hadn't contacted him.

More good news: This month The Dandelion Spirit will be offered up at the Frankfurt Book Fair.
Sometime ago, my eldest daughter, Alexis, was waffling between going back to school this fall to pursue a masters in psychology, or to take another acting course at a private school here in the city. The University route required she still upgrade her Math 30 (go figure) which she was scheduled to do at the time. Three days before she started the math course, she called me in a panic. "The acting school just called and offered me the course for free. They have one spot left and wanted to reward me for my perseverance and commitment to acting. What should I do?"

"It's a sign Alexis. Take it."

It's a sign.

When I was with Conrad, I kept asking the angels to 'Stop it!", to please make the pain and suffering and confusion stop. There were lots of 'signs' along that torturous journey that kept appearing, providing me avenues of escape -- and I kept missing them, ignoring them, refusing to see the possibility of release from his clutches. I remember going for walks with Ellie at our favourite park and making 'deals' with God such as, 'If I find one heart rock, I'll know everything is going to be okay.' 'If that rabbit up ahead leaps left, I'll leave him. If he goes right, I'll know I have to stay.' And then, no matter which way the rabbit leapt, I'd justify taking the path of least resistance. I'd justify staying.

Deals and signs never made. Never seen. Never acted upon.

Like the invitation from a woman I know through my Mastermind Group to contact her publisher in New York.

It was a sign when I was given his contact info -- and it took me months to pick up on its significance.

It's not about 'the sign', it's about having the courage, or simply the determination, to act.

It's what I lacked when I was with Conrad.

It's what I need to stay conscious of today. My Be. Do. Have. of living the life of my dreams.

Be committed to Do what it takes to Have what I want.

Signs are everywhere. It's whether or not we're open to reading them, seeing them and ultimately acting upon them.

I can decipher them however, I want. In the end, the signs mean nothing if I do nothing with making my vision into reality. As in all things, it's what I do that makes the difference.

The question is: Are you waiting for some sign to tell you what to do, where to go, how to act? Or, are you acting on the signs in front of you, seizing this moment to make it your most?