Friday, April 15, 2011

The Things We Do...

...for love.  A friend of mine used this statement in a casual conversation on the phone. As we hung up, I thought it would be a good topic for me to write about. We all do a lot of things for love. When I say “for love,” I mean to generate loving feelings that are both given and received. These are some of the things that I personally do for love.

Cook. I love to cook. I make things from recipes I learned when I was young. I have improved or personalized them over the years.  I try new recipes, not too often, but if I see or taste something good, I am willing to take a shot at preparation. I get pleasure from the end result. Friends and family sitting around my kitchen table, outside on my deck, in my garage party room, sharing food that I have prepared. It’s a good reason to bring friends and family together. I also make sure to bring something when I am invited out for a meal or a visit. I enjoy having a bit of my personality on the table.  I cook and entertain for love.

Talk. I love to talk. I talk about everything, life, kids, jobs, families, partners, music, movies, TV, the weather. I like to talk to people I have known for a long time. They know me; they listen to me – even when I am long-winded and detailed. They know that I listen, too. I have a good ear and will offer an opinion if you ask for one and sometimes when you don’t.  I like to talk to people that I haven’t seen or talked to in awhile. I love those long “catch-up” conversations, finding out what you have been up to, how your life is going, what’s new, what’s old, etc. It’s fun to get to know new people, too. We meet people every day in our lives.  Sharing interests, information, opinions expands your life and its horizons. You learn something new from people in your life every day. A continuous, informative education is awesome. I talk and listen for love.

Write. I love to write.  I started blogging to feed a need within me.  I have been told several times in my life that I should “write a book.” I have had friends buy me books on writing books. I have several ideas that I am working on at the same time. All of my ideas come from journaling that I have done for the past 3 years. When I have a conversation or read something that sparks a topic, I go back over my journals and pick out things that I have written that pertain to the subject. The response and support I have received is amazing to me, especially from people who don’t know me personally but are reading my written word. Their enthusiasm and messages do a lot for my spirit. I am blogging to share my ideas and thoughts with other intelligent people who care to read.  I am trying to live my life in a more positive manner, and if my writing can help someone else do the same, that is awesome. The people that know me personally seem to be looking for a message that is somehow directed toward them. They wonder, “Is she writing this about me?” or “She must be writing this about me!” Rest assured, my friends, I am writing about ME. I write my blog for love.

What are some of the things that you do for love? How do you incorporate love or positive feelings in your life? Do you think that this is something that should be a priority – generating good feeling between you and others? Think about it...comment…send me a message…with love.


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  2. I love my guitar. I give, it takes. It breaks a string, I can fix it. I can't seem to fix myself. Take me down Davey Joans........

  3. Good question. For love the way I give love, is deeds of service, I like to do for others. It gets hard for me when love is not recieved the same way i give it. I'm learning =)

  4. Cooking? Uh, no. ;-) Music, yes. I've played at Masses or even funerals where our group's music moved the congregation to tears or rocked the house! Writing the blog has opened the door to complete strangers! I get everything from derogatory comments about my faith to people who thank me for my expressions. It is an interesting journey we are on! And like "Spinach" it is disappointing when there isn't any acknowledgement.

  5. there are so many things i do for LOVE....i used to take love for granted...LOVE WAS A WORD SHARED BY lovers, and that kind of love could be considered dangerous and shared only among two people...then 'DEATH" ENTERED MY SOUL, consumed and extracted all i ever thought i knew about LOVE. I had already forgotten about the other kinds of love....a hug from momma, a compliment from daddy, and a simple hug of your favorite pet.and then the love that is forever withstanding the test of from the GOD you pray to everynite..when i watched my own mother(the soul of my life) take her last breathe,and i race to try to save her, and then 6 months later, watch my father of my children, die from cancer at the age of 32....LOVE was not in my vocabulary...i didn't want it anymore...and days passed, even weeks..i lay crying, wanting more than anything to face death....all the while a lil cute redhead 2 yr old, stayed by my side...simply handing me toilet paper to wipe my eyes...i couldn't look at her, i didn't want her...and i couldn't even love her, casue what i knew about love was taken from i lay selfishly thinking only about myself, hoping i would starve to death, and soon be with my lover, i watched my daughter, with hair that was as orange as leaves turning in the fall,just sit there, and smile at me...I REALIZED..what am i doing?..i am loved, and i am was like a "ray of sunshine" brightened my very soul'...i started evealuating my life, giving love to those around me....but most of all..making up for things that i took for granted, that i didn't equation about love...i learned to love my neighbor, and fed alot of hingry lil kids that otherwise wouldn't have ate, helped my neighbor, loved my children more than GOD it has been 14 years...i am still trying to cleanse my soul, and incorporate love into my heart...but even thru all the bad times, a very few times,...I HAVE LEARNED TO START LOVING MYSELF....and with that...i learned to love everyone, and everything around me....for my heart is still broken, my soul is filled with LOVE..