Written by Millie Jenny C.
So many different kinds of love.
It seeks us out from the smiles of our parents and relatives.
Even before we really remember there are hints of love.
The soft murmurings as we grow from an embryo…
Then the voices of encouragement as we reach out and try to understand those surrounding our crib, then our bed as we emerge
and grow with increasing awareness.
Friendships that we cultivate carefully, taking chances and then shrinking back as love hurts.
Sometimes we can become so wary that we fail to understand the true nature of love… It means risking being hurt.
Family ties that should be there infused with love, hurt so much when they fall short. Or even worse…
And yet love cannot happen… will not shine bright without holding our heart in suspense, giving love that chance to bloom.
And romantic love can be the most rewarding of all.
It can reach out and touch us in the most funny and poignant ways.
This kind of love can start slowly and build to a crescendo.
Or can start intensely and continue to bloom, seem to fade and bloom again… this time even stronger or with an increasing level of depth.
If… and when we let the tendrils of love take us unaware and show us its many wandering paths and avenues. We can drink deep of the sweet nectar of love.
And when the full bloom of love occurs, whether romantic, family or friendship, it can be so sweet… it risks overwhelming intoxication.
So take time to reflect every day…
Taking the risk… taking that chance… those chances
That will allow love to take seed…
Even from the weakest starts… the shakiest roots that despite the weeds or the rocks… somehow continue to find its way through the feltergarb and through the maze… And take us completely unaware with the strength and endurance of loves magic.
Millie Jenny C.
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