Love is the essential existential fact. It is our ultimate reality and our purpose on earth (Marianne Williamson).

If that is true, what is it, and where do I get me some?

Love is a humble little word, covering an almost endless cache of wisdom.

The word has been overused and abused to the point that we may have lost touch with its essence, and we would be wise to revisit it and renew our acquaintance.

I always return to the letter to the Corinthians for the definition I find most helpful and inspiring:

Love is patient.

Love is kind.

It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.

It does not dishonour others; it is not self-seeking.

It is not easily angered; it keeps no record of wrongs.

Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.

It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, and always perseveres.

Love is an external power. A third party. A resource which would happily have us, nay actively encourage us, to harness its benefits and enlist our aid in helping it find a home in the lives of others.

I am a man of faith, so the idea that God is Love fits well within my reference grid, but the concept still holds without the requisite to name it.

Love is certainly something to get into bed with (Pun not intended but I like it)

We receive Love, and then we give it away.

Love is something that we pass on.

The more we give away, the more we receive.

Like a siphon.


It is not something to hang on to.

It’s oxymoronic.

If we want it, we must give it away.

We become a channel for Love, a vessel.

We become a partner with Love.

This partnership feels insanely beautiful and comes with many user benefits.

I would liken it to a dance.

The dance of life.

I highly recommend it.

A siphon’s progress can be arrested by an air bubble, and in the same way, Love’s life dance can also be brought to a standstill.

One such air bubble is how we view ourselves.

We need to be able to receive Love to give it away.

We need to see ourselves as worthy of Love to receive it.

We need to Love ourselves (refer to the Corinthians passage above).

If we do not Love ourselves, no matter how often our parents, friends and partners offer us its elixir, we will feign receipt while whispering in the quiet corners of our minds: “I cannot accept this gift. You are mistaken; If only you knew me like I do”.

But this response overlooks that “Love keeps no record of wrongs”.

No matter our history, we are Love-worthy. 

We are invited to attend the dance and be transformed and enriched by it.


Give ourselves a break, a second chance or a three thousand and second chance.

Be kind and forgive ourselves, or kinder and more forgiving.

Forge or re-forge a new or deeper alliance with Love.

Join the dance or step further into the rave.

See you on the dance floor! xxxxx