A Definition Of Love
February is traditionally a month when love is in the air being the Valentine month. When 14th arrives many of us wonder what kind of love greeting will arrive if any and how that will happen.
Shops laden with delicacies in chocolate box wrapping, roses bursting out of cellophane and ribbon and rows upon rows of love messages on cards may suggest that everyone must have a partner in life and for those who do not, can sometimes be reminded that this is a day for lovers that somehow they are not a part of.
Every year on Valentines’ Day since my father passed to Spirit in 1988 I have bought my mother a single red rose. One reason for this is because I am sure she misses the very same each year from my father. The second reason is to celebrate my love for her that I appreciate and give thanks for 365 days of the year.
But love is never restricted to any one day or one means of expression.
As a medium I have had many experiences with clients of how love can be varied and so very different and unique which sometimes can be misunderstood. I can recall many examples of that which is given with love by one and interpreted differently by another.
One of these was when Helen came to see me for a private reading. Following the passing of her mother Helen had difficulty in accepting that her mother was often seemingly uninterested in her life and offered little in the way of advice and support in her blossoming career as a lawyer.
Before Helen arrived I sensed a mother in my energy waiting patiently and as soon as the reading began I could feel the love and pride from mother to daughter as the words formed in my mind Please tell Helen I am so proud of her.
As the communication unfolded Helens mother spoke of how much her daughter had achieved. Her mother also described Helens independence and her mother felt there was no advice she could offer as her daughter seemed so in charge of her own life. Being a Lawyer was not a world that Helen’s mother understood and so she felt she little that was productive to contribute, but her love and pride were unfaltering.
I never realised my mother felt that way Helen said through tear filled eyes I just assumed she didn’t love me.
Love in its Many Forms
Love comes in many different guises, which are not always easy to notice or realise. It can come in the form of passionate or unconditional love, a denial into what can be seen by one as potentially difficult or harmful situation, or a refusal to assist a loved one in a situation that they believe is not in their best interest.
With this perspective it may be easier to examine the relationships of those closest to us in life and ask the question if love is actually present and is the motivation for actions that perhaps are different from our own perceptions.
I recently noticed a quote on a park bench that read Love is a measure of how much one is prepared to give up for it.
I believe that also means being brave enough to give up thinking patterns that prevent us from seeing the real love in someone’s intention and celebrating love in all of its forms of glory every day of the year.