Usually that phrase refers to romantic love, but that’s not what I mean in this thread.
I would just like to propose that we share examples of love being expressed in our personal world, that is in the world of each of us as individuals. True stories. Short accounts of what happened. An image can accompany your story to illustrate what happened.
If you can’t think of a true story… Go ahead and make one up. You can say whether it’s true or fictional. It’s still a love story. I believe we all love a story.
I’ll go first...
I’m a middle child. My younger sister insulted me thoroughly at her college graduation party, when in front of a bunch of people that I didn’t know very well, she announced to everyone, “This is my sister Mary, a middle child… Moment of silence… But as you can see she has kept a smile on her face!”
I wanted to strangle her!! She made me feel like a mental case!!
And this same sister sent me the most condescending email I’ve ever received after I tried to share with my siblings an mp3 related to 9-11 truth. The words “paranoid” and “demons” were used.
Here’s how I cope. I remember when we were young. I used to take care of my younger brother and sister. Our family situation was not a good one. My father was an alcoholic and my mother left us after he stopped drinking! I was a mother to my younger sister. I remember when I went off to college feeling guilty about leaving them. I used to include sticks of chewing gum in letters to them because I felt I needed to send them
something.
I remember how I felt about her those many years ago. How it felt to be responsible for her, and how cute she could be at times. She was a tom boy and loved horses. She loved to draw and she was good at it, too. I remember her exuberance. I remember the things I loved about her.
