The hunger for love is much more difficult to remove than the hunger for bread.
Today I think I am supposed to be sad. Maybe I am supposed to be depressed. Sad and depressed. Honestly I cannot remember, and I really don’t care.
In case you woke up late and missed your alarm-Today is Valentine’s Day. February 14th-the official day of love and romance.
I am not in a romantic relationship. I am single. Solo. Solitary. Did I mention I am 45?
I am 45 and single. If I let the media and our culture have me believe it, I am virtually invisible and unworthy.
Lucky for you guys I have a few things to fall back on and I have never believed in the main stream media nor the marketing and PR fantasy painted around 2/14.
Why you wonder?
- My deep belief in my love and affection for myself.
- My unwavering love for my daughters.
- My joy-filled relationship with my friends and family.
- The gift of travel and community.
It’s through falling in love with the world that I have fallen in love with myself.
My travels have taught me that true, deep meaningful love always include compassion and mercy. When you feel compassion and mercy (not pity) you want to reduce the suffering of others. I think I used the wrong word– you NEED to reduce the suffering in others. In my quest to show compassion and mercy to others I have shown these sacred gifts to myself. I have heard compassion and mercy described as being complementary to wisdom and necessary for enlightenment. I believe that to be true.
The non-sexual, brotherly love, deep connection with the global world is what I celebrate. It’s my Valentine.
Through my travels to amazing countries like Mozambique and Mexico I learned about benevolent love. The beauty of communities caring for its members, and sharing its gifts. Feeding and building with one another. The caring about another’s welfare. Nurturing another’s potential. This love is unconditional. It’s not about self-interest. It’s actually about self-acceptance.
Somehow it does not bring to mind hearts and flowers, does it?
But it does bring to mind, strength, laughter, tears and triumph. Love requires action! Feeling love is just the first, important step.
It’s a spiritual love.. a love of the soul. It’s not about producing a soul mate, but producing a moral imperative to believe in the selfless, charitable nature of our fellow humans. People are hungry for this love, this sense of belonging and the self-acceptance which is its natural by product.
How do you put THAT on a greeting card Madison Avenue?
How do you articulate that love is a gift, not an obligation and that our connection as humans is primal? The connection that I feel with the protesters in Egypt and new mothers in Vietnam, the elderly in Haiti or a struggling single dad in rural Alabama are the same. I love and honor their humanity and their struggle- and in doing so honor my own. I strip bare the man-made constraints of culture and language and all the other social barriers we have created to keep us apart.
I see their source. I see their humanity. I see them
How could I not fall in love?
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