We Need More Love

And don’t you forget about it.

“Set your life on fire. Seek those who fan your flames.”

~ Rumi.

Love is magic

I mean, why do you think generations of philosophers, poets, and writers alike have favored the heart-pulsing topic since way back when?

It is because love is the most powerful emotion we experience in our humanity.

Love changes us.

No other emotion comes close to possessing the ability to filter through our boundaries and alter our perspective like love. No different feeling can crash into our hearts and explode into our awareness with such fever, passion, emotion, and sentiment.

Love is creation and connection in all its magical glory.

Like ecstasy for the soul; syrup for the heart. Love uplifts our spirit, elevates us into higher states of awareness, and colors our world with beauty, humility, and exquisite rapture.

But love is much more than a feeling — it is a way of being in the world.

Love is an experience.

Check it out:

Love is what you say

If our time and attention are our most valuable assets — and they are — then our experiences make for the delicious special sauce — the unforgettable moments that give meaning to our lives.

We are essentially a collection of our experiences when you think about it.

Right?

This means the way we choose or not choose to be with love is all we will take from life when it’s all over.

Not the money or prestige, our reputation, or the high-end connections some of us seek for the association. Not the hate or spite that just inspired you to send a ruthless email to someone you barely know.

Not even your religion.

The truth is, your life experiences will reflect the degree of love you bring to the world — how you see, feel, and qualify your experiences with love is what you’ll get back in the long run.

You want more quality and meaning?

We need your love.

Here’s an example:

On November 11th, 2017, I missed my flight home to Sydney from LAX due to an emergency on the connecting flight from Louisiana.

It was late, and I was stressed.

Honestly, I had an inner-mini-meltdown, and for the record, the people handling the entire situation were behaving like morons.

I was a long way from home and dealing with unhelpful assholes.

Frazzled, tired, and verging on tears, I finally got to the hotel where the airline put me up for the night around midnight. I was there but not and waiting my turn to check-in when a man approached, extending a bouquet of white roses.

And no, he wasn’t hitting on me or being sleazy. Instead, he was the father-of-the-bride of the wedding reception that happened to be winding down for the evening.

Do you know that most profound part of yourself that connects you to the stars and beyond? Like the inner voice guiding you towards kinder feelings and brighter outlooks, showing you signs of a higher intelligence looking out for you?

That’s the connected love inside of you.

Sometimes, it shows up in unexpected acts of love from a stranger.

Even though the gentleman’s gesture floored me, I first refused the flowers, telling him that they were too beautiful and I couldn’t possibly accept them.

He insisted.

Connecting to the love inside is like fusing with the sacramental essence, which is the universe within you. Honoring your love-space and opening your heart is merging with all of the life-force energy, thereby creating greater spheres of love into your experiences.

And it has a ripple effect on the world at large.

After a moment, I refocused and looked at him, and something clicked as his eyes silently spoke to my soul without me realizing it at the time. It was then that I felt the tension inside slightly ease.

Love is energy-enmeshment that goes way beyond our physicality. It is a complex mix of emotions and behaviors combined with intense affection, protectiveness, warmth, and respect for someone else.

Love is also acceptance.

When I reached to take the flowers from him, my fingers shook, and it took all I had not to break with the gratitude erupting. I thanked him and checked in, grabbed my luggage, and glanced around the lobby for him before heading to my room.

He had vanished.

Love isn’t controlling. It’s not ownership, a marriage contract, or entrapment. It’s not the smirk you just gave or a snidey laugh at someone else’s expense. Nor is it manipulation, vindictiveness, cruelty, or judgment.

Love is never a crime.

Years have passed, and I no longer recall the detailed appearance of the man who gave me roses in a hotel lobby late one night, and he will never know how that one small gesture will remain with me long after I die — because it was one of the most incredible acts of love I have ever had the pleasure of experiencing.

Those white roses represented the most genuine meaning of love in that their presence in my room symbolized charity, the spirit in humanity, empathy, faith, and belief. And the fact that they arrived directly from a love union at the exact moment in time that I needed it felt like a direct message from angels.

Love is you and me.

Love is faith and finding the courage in yourself to trust in the higher good. It’s a selfless gesture. Compassion and empathy. Meaningful words and a meeting of souls. It’s forgiveness, tolerance, and sacred sexuality.

Love is the eyes in every beast reflecting the stars, the moon, and the fragrant air filling your being with each breath.

Love is allowing people to affect and transform you.

And it’s rejecting all that opposes it.

November 11th, 2017, is a date that will always remind me of love-in-action.

We need more love in this world— and don’t you forget about it.