Yesterday was Love, the 8th day of Holly Days.
I love Love. I think everyone does. Despite broken hearts, Love Hurts only when it’s lost. When it is ascendant or abiding, it is nothing but welcomed and cherished. Of course all that is mostly about Love as a transcendent undertone of lust and desire, whose mercurial natures inevitably abandon the love they spark.
Love is psychological magic. Anything benefits from having love poured all over it, however ugly a thing might be in its essence, a thick coating of love will make it beautiful. Everything goes better with love; we really can add it to anything. Love is something we can muster almost at will, a reservoir of peace and beauty that only needs us to let go of its antagonists of fear, hate, and anger to summon it and let it wash over us.
I think I mention Matthew 5:44 in every one of these posts about love, not to support Christianity, but because of Love’s magic that so few seem willing to cast over anything but their lust. Go ahead, try to love your enemy, throw it about freely, add it to every dish, conjure it in the most unlikely moments, you will be rewarded.
Happy Holly Days
HOLLY DAYS 