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Truthfully, you have to feel love to really understand it. You have to take action and eventually it will lift you up to a different quality of life or slam you on the ground , but either way, it's a risk and that's what keeps the world turning. Love never slacks on the job and it never ignores; only you ignore it. Many different types of love exist. Puppy love waddles around tickling inexperienced hearts. Hopeful love comes to the side of wounded spirits and lifts them up again. Motherly love consumes anyone like being in a warm house, even if there is no house and no warmth. Love is usually depicted as red, because it supposedly comes from the beating heart which is red with blood, but why not a blue spruce blue? The prickles come with the smoothness of a silvery comfort. Love stands strait and tall like an old university with ivy swimming vertically up the ancient brick giving it the embellished height it actually doesn't need because it is so stately. Where can you find love? Your house, church, yourself. But if you want to get a little fantastical, try under a cherry tree in the spring with blossoms spiraling toward a family of new kittens sleeping on their mother's warm fur. Or, under a Christmas tree with family and friends, or even a little boy on his birthday with a glint in his eye toward his mother's homemade cake. Love is all around even if it is not directed at you, so take that risk and keep the world turning by getting a little taste of love, whether it prickles you like a blue spruce or delights you like a homemade cake. |
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