Love Is A Verb

Love Is A Verb - John Mayer

 

 

 

 

You can listen to this song, sing the words a 100 times, yet never really hear it.  Well at least I had done just that.  Then this year went into a tailspin.  It was an ah ha moment when I saw love actively being lived all around me.  It was actions big and small. The love around me wasn't spoken, it was kinetic.  People were with me 24- SEVEN, looking out for me when I was not present.  I have a month of my life that is known to me only by their words.  They fought the battles, they held my hand, kept my dog, watered my plants, helped me stand, bathed me, eventually took me home, took me to the grocery, to doctor after doctor, and brought the world in to me for the weeks I was homebound.

 

Love is a verb, it ain't a thing.  I needed all the verbs you can name.  It was a hug, a phone call, a shoulder to cry on, an arm to lean on.  My friends, my family all showed me, love ain't a thing, love is a verb.

 

So I think I will ponder a while...is the love I give a thing ........or a verb?

Sunday Moring Coming Down

Sunday Morning Coming Down - Johnny Cash and Kris Kristofferson

 

 

 

 

Well first I love this song, but it isn't Sunday morning coming down the way I like it.  I am a morning person. I am not hung over or lonely.  I like to wake up, have a cup of coffee, listen to some music and just love the possibilities of a day yet to be lived.  Sunday mornings are best.  It seems that on Saturday I am still in a grind mode.  There are things to be done and you're still a little shell-shocked from the work week.  Saturday you dis-engage from labor.  On Sunday, you re-engage yourself.  By Sunday I am ready to just meander quietly in spirit.  But I don't usually get a Sunday morning

 

I spend Saturday night away from home.  I wake up in a different bed on Sunday mornings.  It is at the home of another and they sleep late and the house is small.  So I usually just lay in bed and read or do computer work.  Ahhh but thanks to a change of in routine, I got to wake up in my own home, with my guest in a back bedroom and me able to just meander.  I sat in my chair and watched a movie, while I enjoyed the most delicious cup of Vietnamese coffee and a bit of blackberry cobbler.  I listened to music on my I pad/ portable speaker in the sun.  I cooked dinner in my fire pit.  I wrote some letters.    It was a divine morning.  The first Sunday morning I have had at home in a couple of years.

 

I treasured it.  I have decided to see that I get a few more Sunday mornings at home. Funny how such ordinary things can be so defining.  I felt like I woke up a bit today.  I realized I had given away something I love.  Sunday mornings have a purpose for me.  Today, I made the decision to make more Sunday mornings come down my way.  Thank you 2014 for my first gift.