In your personal experience, has anybody asked what your personal experience of love is? If they did, would you love that?
Yesterday, we asked that question in a therapy group.
People had many different personal experiences of love. We also discussed the obstacles to love and ways to increase love in our lives.
What is your personal experience of the other photos I took yesterday?
Personally, I love all those photos.
What is your personal experience of this YouTube video about 36 questions that make strangers fall in love?
What is my personal experience of comments from my readers? I love them.
When we discussed ways to increase love yesterday, we agreed that gratitude promotes love. Thanks to all who helped me create today’s post and — of course! — to YOU.
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My personal experiences of love are so varied. From fun to difficult, sad to stunning, unquestioning to ‘I don’t get it’. And I wouldn’t change any of them.
And as a side note……one experience is being here…..and loving it.
I wouldn’t change anything either, Colleen, including your wonderful comments (which I love).
My personal love tip! Keep it interesting and don’t let routine take over. Keep it fun. We go one night away every month for over two years now and go skateboarding together (started at age of 42 and 38). Routine and getting used to things is dangerous.
I love this comment! Thanks for your cute solutions.
You can recover it after a 40 year gap
I love that you did, Derrick.
My personal experience of love is hard to explain. I suppose to put it simply, firstly, Sublimely superb for 7 years, secondly, devotional and caring, for the next 30 years. And when people/friends ask me about love, I love to tell them how lovely love can be experienced in so many different lovely emotional circumstances.
Lovely.
Some beautiful words from Leonard Cohen’s song/poem, “If I Didn’t Have Your Love”
“If the stars were all unpinned
And a cold and bitter wind
Swallowed up the world without a trace
Ah, well that’s where I would be
What my life would seem to me
If I couldn’t lift the veil and see your face
And if no leaves were on the tree
And no water in the sea
And the break of day had nothing to reveal
That’s how broken I would be
What my life would seem to me
If I didn’t have your love to make it real”
Lovely lyrics. Thank you!
connection connection connection
yes yes yes!
I love the dinner view from your deck! The dinner last oks pretty good, too! (although I’m vegetarian). The boys look comfy on the new dining chairs!
I love your comfy comments, Sunny!
Words are not enough to capture it all. ♥️ Living from a place of open heartedness and love shows up in how we feel, think, and behave towards ourselves and others. 🙏
P.s. I Loved the video ❣️ Asking meaningful questions, allows people to share their authentic selves and brings them closer. They were a cute couple!
I love what you capture in words, Val. ❤ ❤
When I think of personal experiences of love I’m reminded of something Fred Rogers said:
“My mother would say to me, ‘Look for the helpers. You will always find people who are helping.’ To this day, especially in times of disaster, I remember my mother’s words, and I am always comforted by realizing that there are still so many helpers — so many caring people in this world.”
He was a person who I believe genuinely loved everyone he met and encouraged others to share love with those he didn’t. And one of the best ways to express love is to be one of the helpers.
You are a helper, Chris.
As a teenager I wondered if I would find love because I do not think I am beautiful or pretty but then I met Tim and found love and now at 54 I know I am surrounded by people who love and care about me and so I am blessed
Beautiful, Joanne!
I feel more than fortunate that I was raised in a home where love was abundant. I sure had many friends who could not claim the same security. I really love your photos. I always enjoy the tea bag messages, and I know I would love your dinner–with a view! 🙂
I love every word you write!
Love is all around but my brain cells have wandered off. I can’t think of anything to say!
I love your photos of water
I love that you can always think of something to say, Maureen. ❤
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I think I love loving more than being loved if that makes sense!
Everything you say makes sense, Julie.
Those moments when someone goes out of their way for me. Like tonight when I’m in bed with a cold and my husband brings me supper on a tray with flowers from the garden. Suddenly I feel special and at the same time I know that it’s no more than I deserve
Thank you for this very special comment!
Such a lovely post. ❤
Thank you for this lovely comment!