Speak with Love
Before we open our mouths to express love, what comes forth is already in the heart, when it is called for, our lips and tongue move so love takes shape and form in words and sounds in expression.
Love in expression does not always mean sweetness, and it never is the kind of sweetness that attaches like silly putty and does not come off. But love in expression is always gentle and non-imposing. Never is love something that is spoken in judgement. Simply, expression in love is just stating what it truly is.
Sometimes love is a consistent firmness, not in resistance, but repetitively conveying in livingness of who we are, with words and beyond that of words. We may have to repeatedly express, what is simple, perhaps sometimes too simple, for the mind to comprehend.
Recently, speaking with love is my learning, with family, with co-workers, with strangers. Not shying from what wishes to truthfully express from the heart, is my first commitment in speaking with love. Love speaks, not what society wishes to be pandered to, but how it truly is.
And it is amazing, how when love is spoken, it is unlike how poetry portrays it to be throughout the ages, that hearts are swooned and the senses are mesmerized; rather, to many, love sometimes stuns, and it becomes our choice to either feel in depth with self-honesty, or distract from it through a myriad of ways.
Love, though, is very patient.