“In whomever we see a spark of love, we are their servant.”
In the world today it seems that to be called a servant is a bad thing. There are those who think a servant tends to be someone who is inferior, of lower stature or importance, menial. Perhaps those who have such a low opinion of servants don’t understand that to serve is not always just a job or duty it can also be an act of compassion and love, a privilege.
Is it not true that when you love someone
you want to do things for them
to make their life easier, more pleasant?
Would the world not be a better place if we saw
the humanity, the hearts, and hurts of all people
and served them some respect and love?
“Love is what’s in the room with you
if you stop opening presents and listen.”
Are you as smart as this seven year old?
I think Bobby is exceptional not just as a seven year old kid but as a person in general. Opening Christmas gifts can be a time of chaos with all the noise and excitement especially with kids in the room. It is rare that adults stop tearing at the wrappings of gifts to listen and almost unimaginable for kids. If you have someone (of any age) around like Bobby you have been given a great gift.
We are so far apart and if I could fly on eagle’s wings over the ocean to be with you again I would though our families would keep us always strangers never lovers. Oh, my Love, how I long to see you, hear you whisper my name, feel your arms around me and your lips on mine. But all I can do is write in my diary and hope for the day when I am free of this prison where my father keeps me hidden from you and the world.
I think we all struggle to some extent with self-love. I think we are often taught that loving yourself is not a good thing and that loving yourself is thinking you are better than others. True self-love is not an ego trip. It is simply allowing yourself to be who you are, accepting all the bits and pieces that make you real.
I did not have much in the way of self-love as a child and young woman. I was raised not to make waves, to be quiet and keep what I thought and my opinions to myself. I really didn’t allow myself to be me. I did whatever I could to be like everyone else, to fit in. When I realized I wasn’t ever going to be like everyone else there was some serious rebellion that happened. That didn’t work either. I was miserable.
I didn’t like myself. I certainly didn’t love myself. What I did know was that things had to change. It took time, a lot of work and tears…and a good bit of laughter. I learned that I am a little different in some ways and a lot different in others and it’s okay. I am not worthless. I am a good person.
This week while pondering self-love I realized I still have times when I really don’t love myself. Those are the days when I tell myself lies about myself. I tell myself I am stupid, ugly, have no talent, no friends, no one cares about me…all lies! This kind of thinking doesn’t happen often and when it does it is usually when I am not feeling well and dealing with chronic issues that are troublesome and tiring. Of course, this is when self-love is most needed and is most often denied.
I didn’t think I had a mantra but while pondering self-love I realized I do have one. When I start telling myself lies about myself I look in the mirror and say;
You are who you are and that is something to celebrate. The little part of the world you inhabit needs you. Go be who you are and do what only you can do. That is why You are here.
Write a story or poem of 5 Lines or Less using the word blarney
Blarney and Love
He will be late, as usual, and will have some crazy story about what caused him to be late. Her friends couldn’t understand why she put up with his shenanigans and she couldn’t explain it to them. Sure he was full of blarney and she knew it full well just like she knew his heart was big and he loved her like no one else ever did. She was no angel and had some stories she could tell but chose to keep the past in the past and locked up tight. As he rushed in she smiled and got ready to laugh at his blarney and be loved by this crazy wonderful man of hers.