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To me, the first time I got to hold each of my daughters right after they were born. More generally speaking the acts of kindness and compassion all around us.
This is a great question and I don't know that I can language it, as it may be more of a feeling/knowing for me. I am going to sit with this question today and watch/listen/ponder. I am interested in other's responses.
Im not sure, Ive never really had a healthy view of love. I thought it meant needing, doing for, giving non stop. In terms of feeling loved, Im not sure as my ex A always declared undying love but I recognize that as he needed me in order to help continue his desire to drink and deny. He never loved me as in he wanted to be there in my life and help me grow and progress, he had an invested interest in keeping me low, low self esteem, low expectations etc.
Love is patient, love it kind, it is gentle, it is understanding, it is warmth when I am cold and breeze when I am hot. Love looks like trust and it is genuine. Love forgives me and cares for my well being. Love is comforting when I am sad, mad or glad. Love is unconditional. Love is music that moves my soul. Love is the beauty that surrounds me and makes me feel safe. Love is my Higher power, whom I call God.
It's open, expansive, no strings attached, it's free, it's peace, serenity, delicious, comfortable, it expects nothing, it's not jealous, not controlling, it's compassionate, understanding there is no perfect, love accepts all as one, it doesn't judge others.
great post by the way og ;)
-- Edited by karma13 on Wednesday 13th of November 2013 06:42:05 AM
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I needed these behaviors in my past they helped me survive I'm finding new and better ways to not just survive but thrive
Love is different depending on if it is for one of my grown kids (respect and love), or my dog or my grandkids that are growing up so cute, or the small baby grandkids that I just want to cuddle, or my parents who are deceased, or my neighbors, or my meetings and the people at those meetings or so many things. It is my attitude toward things that makes love.
Love looks different at different places.
in 58 years I have never really been able to articulate what Love is? I know saying "I love you" is not love, I know doing for others what they should be doing for themselves is not love, I know sex is not love, I know presents/gifts are not love. But I know real love when I feel it, it is in my attitude and in moments of complete randomness that I can feel love. Like jelly sometimes it slips through my fingers, I cannot hold it but I can feel it.
I think at times I did get it from my exA, sadly the love never grew stronger because the disease would not allow it, if it had maybe the drinking would have stopped but cunning, baffling but above all powerful Alcoholism is the destroyer of all that is good in a person.
I love all the responses I think that for me Corinthians says it best
New International Version (NIV)
4 Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.5 It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.6 Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.7 It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
I must say I do believe I need to practice, practice practice this.
I heard a story once that I want to share about love: A man and his wife had been married a long time. Then, she had a stroke. The whole left side of her body and her face became twisted. She was in the hospital when her husband came to visit her at a different time than usual. He entered the room quietly and saw her crying in her bed. He asked, "Honey, what's the matter? I'm sure you'll get better." "No," she said as best she could with a twisted mouth, it's not that." "Well, then if its not fear that you'll never get better? What is it?" She was quiet. She was unable to speak. He gave her time. Then, again as best she could she said, "We'll never be able to kiss again with this mouth of mine." He looked at her a long time. Then, slowly he bent his face towards hers, twisted his mouth to match hers, and kissed her a long, long time.