What would love do?

We can be deceived, so easily it seems, by this dynamic of love as an action word. It is of course true. And yet, many times I have come to appropriate that which I discover I love. Acquisition is not necessarily protection. To take something or someone as one’s own is not always nurturing. Maybe I am not fully developed in this arena, for sure, yet it seems the truest and purest love I have experienced (both receiving and giving) has the room freedom gives. So love liberates. Love teaches. Love alleviates and softens even the most bitter experiences (like grieving). It also demands from me a certain clarity. It is sometimes work. To really see through the fog of struggling with my own conflicting interests and selfishness to find the right path. For my own self interest is often in opposition to the welfare of that which I profess to love. Love can compel sacrifice. And, for sure, it can be like a picnic on a beach in summer. Perfect in its simplicity and with an ease and comfort which overwhelms all pain and stress, worry. That is love we bask in. And I cherish those times as much as anyone. And I know it is not simply this. It is not always easy.