Love, Love, Love

 

Featured image: Straight from the Heart

I find myself more than ever before filled with what I’m calling a bubble of love. I’m surrounding myself with it, and I’m not going to let it pop, no matter what. No one is going to pop it—no one.

I went into one of my favorite stores the other day, overflowing with my bubble of love, and I was talking to someone there about it. She said, "I wish you had been here a little while ago." I asked why, and she said that someone had just shared that her husband, after 40 years of marriage, had asked for a divorce.

My response? There is love in everything. While this is a terrible time for her, she needs to smile and realize that if he wants a divorce, she doesn’t want to live with him anyway. She now has her freedom—she is free. That should make her smile, and she can now fill her own life with love.

Love yourself first. Love yourself—that is what matters most. Don’t let him deflate her love balloon.

Love, love, love—because all you need is love.

So…

I wrote a poem about what I have always believed but somehow let slip away. I felt its loss for over a year. I’m going to make it into a Valentine’s card, my calling card, and hand it out freely to anyone who will take it.

And—I’ve stocked up on heart-covered sweaters and t-shirts, which I’ll wear every Valentine’s Day and beyond—to boldly declare: I am the LOVE lady.

I hope this bubble never, ever wears off.