I have been thinking about love the past few weeks. Not the hot off the press type love and not the Steady Eddy kind of love where he forgets to put gas in the car and you mutter and mumble a bit but you still do the laundry. As opposed to either shredding his shirts or washing them with a red sock you bought off a stall . Those of you who still have stars in your eyes will think this a bit much but your day will come. I am talking about the love that dare not speak it's name [ I can hear that ! }. Self love, silly, the one thing we think we are all good at. We are not . We are all dismal failures at loving ourselves for many reasons. I am not interested in the reasons but in turning this lack in our lives around. I mean of course my own life as I am not thank goodness in charge of anybody elses.
This was made apparent to me when I read that people develop long illnesses at the end of their lives in order to learn to accept love. If you are sick and need help you will accept it with gratitude and thanks or you will be fighting still to control the situation. Even the nicest people will insist on giving rather than receiving but it is in the getting from the Universe that we are given what we need, in order to give back. How this is done I don't yet know but I think it is enough to be aware of the situation and to see what presents itself as a chance to make changes. Of course the danger lies that if this theory is true then as soon as you learn to love yourself you will be hit by a bus and so spared the lengthy illness. This will not be happening to me anytime soon! There will be many future Blogs to alarm and dismay you. God willing and the creeks don't rise.
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