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Owed to a Valentine

What is Love? It's not owed. It's sometimes placated to or for or with. It remains quiet in storms, so that a bit of peace cannot be shattered. It may be that the insides of the other are fought against with it's own ego. In Love, true Love, ego is placed aside, because it's about we. It's about us... All of us. Us in all our entirety.

We step back, gathering the view of possibilities.  It's as if we stand atop a mountain seeing the ridges having no end only to meet the sea of sky. That's Love. The willingness to gather all sorrows, all thoughts, all creation and say, "Wow!"  Wow, with glee. At that point, nothing else matters.

After a loss of someone whom you loved. As well, if they were part of the essence of your living space, there will be things discovered.  More quiet, less grappling with decisions,  because perhaps they are all yours now. More doing, because in a full Love relationship you share 'stuff'. Stuff like chores. If you allow it, embracing the emptiness... you may find a renewed sense of knowing that you never thought you'd had. Besides that, you may curse  or revel in the extra daily doings that are added to your load.

The extra doings are a reminder of a few things... What once was... Where the Love put their time. What mattered to them... Why they did something a certain way... and you let them ..because why?  Love is not about ego, that's why. 

What is owed to a Valentine is being egoless. Agreeing when it's not agreeable,  but it won't hurt much. Not saying what we think needs to be said, because in the end that other decision doesn't really matter at all.

Look back, ask yourself 'will it matter in five years? A decade? Fifty years from now? I'll give you the answer, emphatically... No.  Our ego thinks it will, but the answer is No. And most likely it's No, because we are unable to control most things in life. 

Granted there are things we can control.  We can use our blinker before we make a turn with our vehicle. We can avoid certain distractions to hear the small calls of nature by not insisting we need synthetic noises in our ears when we are alone, walking, running.  We just think we do.

Things we can't control, and we fall out of Love as we allow our ego to think we can control other people's actions, after we've been doing the right thing.  When we've been Loving. Casting our egos aside. It's like the saying, You can take the bear out of the woods. But you can't take the woods out of the bear.

We can incite, yes. We can do something very wrong, teaching others wrongly doing so. We can lie, we can do simple things against the law, like not obeying traffic regulations because it satisfies our self-importance. And we can show others who will not fine us, nor condemn us openly, how to get away with wrong doings... which we think go unnoticed. In the end, we pay for it.  Because Love also reminds us... that somethings are wrong.

What is owed to a Valentine is the embracing of changes, the continuance of Life. Living Life. Keeping ourselves in a calm compassionate space as we progress learning,  doing for this parenthesis in eternity. ---Jody-Lynn Reicher


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