In honor of Valentine’s Day I thought I share a few thoughts
on love. My outlook anyway. Especially since I am a romance writer, love is essential
to achieving the satisfying happy-ever-after.
When I think of love my earliest memory is my mother’s love.
The smell of her hands when she braided my hair. I believed that even if I were
to ever go blind (you know how weird kids are) anyway, I believed I’d be able
to pick out my mother just by getting close enough to breathe the soft trace of
flowers. Roses, Honeysuckle or Lilac. The famous toilet water she purchased
from the Fuller Brush man. But to me, the smell was love and it’ll always evoke
memories of my mom.
Later, during my hippy-era of peace and free spirit, my love
for plants, trees and every living organism began the mind-blowing decade of my
teenage years. Have you ever just loved a ‘thing’ so much and imagined it
personified? Back in the groovy seventies, love was a statement. Meant to be
shared and embraced.
Years later, after wedded bliss, loving on my babies and then
grandchildren, love has taken on more important meaning. Now my mind’s eye sees
that love is actually a gift. Everyone has experienced what it is to love and
be loved. Love is power. The strength to endure, the power to achieve, to recognize
their heart’s desire. Because of love.
Last night Bette Midler and The Rose came on the radio and although I’d heard the song
hundreds of times, for some reason the lyrics really spoke to me.
Phrases like: love, it is a hunger,
An endless, aching need.
It’s a dream afraid of waking,
That never takes a chance.
Just remember that in the winter, far beneath the bitter snows
Lies a seed that with the sun’s loveIn the spring becomes the rose.
A great post, Teresa.
ReplyDeleteThank you Diane. : ) Glad you stopped by!
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