I love Valentine’s Day… but only because I’ve made it my own!
There’s lots I could dislike about it – the heterosexism, the emphasis on
coupledom as being the ideal, the commercialism
and the competitiveness, the isolation for those for whom the day seems
to be a snub.
But I love it – I don’t buy anything, but I do use it as
an excuse to share the love. As you’ll have noticed, I think love is it,
really. It’s what we are about, it’s what life is about. 365 days of the year,
it’s what I bang on about, it’s my raison d’etre. But today, lots of other
people are going on about it too, and it feels I have more of a licence to
declare my love for everyone, to remind people just how very loved they are.
There are risks. Because Valentine’s Day is associated with
romance, there’s even more of a chance than usual that my loving overtures will
get misconstrued. Last month I bought some flowers for the guy at the estate
agent who came to value my house for free even tho he wasn’t supposed to. He
seemed quick to mention his wife in the ensuing conversation and I wondered if
he thought I was being flirtatious?
Of the 6 types of love mentioned here
I ebb and flow with each – like most of us I suspect. Mainly
I notice how actually well loved and loving I am in each of the 6, but there
are times when I could be more in tune with love for myself. And the one I feel
I could practice more of is ludic love – I’m often scared it will be perceived
as flirtation and imagine that everyone else is obsessed with eros, when
probably everyone is just delighted to experience a little love. So today my
aim is to play, to dance, to show my love lightly. I had fun with my generosity
pack yesterday and have restocked it again ready for today… Bring it on!
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