Constellating Love
The more love we have the merrier we may be. There’s a nifty trick for keeping love afloat inside of you. This relies pursuant to your circulation. Solely love yourself and wither to stagnation that love will turn. Love grows whereby it is shared. What goes around does come around. Then cycles round and round by gathering again. As we collect love, so may we be filled thoroughly enough to sprinkle and spread it around. A phenomenal accumulation of love equates to a higher concentration of loving. Keeping the tradition of unconditional supremacy, mastering a daily advantage of loveliness dispenses distinguished ethics for your soul and unto others. Bundling these bushels of lovely births new clusters of amour to scatter about. Our qualifications for constellating love remain devoid of measure.
Love is a verb. Love — the feeling — is the fruit of love the verb or our loving actions. So love her. Sacrifice. Listen to her. Empathize. Appreciate. Affirm her. ~Stephen R. Covey, The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People: Powerful Lessons in Personal Change
Why not love every day! Love is actually an approach to insert upgraded ease. Herein, sacrifice has a bad wrap. In effect, the deeper our devotion rightly the roomier our endurance to ascend satisfaction. When commencing the art of loving we are never asked to lose anything. The complete act of love is giving. Commonly, we make a huge deal out of the purpose for choosing love. We’ve convinced ourselves that our love must be gigantic in order to count. We prognosticate that love should be specific this or that way, always entirely subjective to our personal state of mind, nurturing, or made up ‘knowing’. However, love may be a fleeting fleck of time and still royally true. Or, love can rest as a permanent imprint upon the ground you walk. The power of love is its truth without time. Reach ahead of your average means to welcome love through anything.
A simple “I love you” means more than money. ~Frank Sinatra
What is to love is in undying supply. For the sake of simplicity alone, I have loved that there was enough coffee left to share with everyone in the household, no fleas on the dog, finding the missing plate of your grandmother that your sweet house sitter left safely tucked in the microwave away from the often unruly mischievous cat who topples things off countertops regularly. I love the intimacy between my soft cobalt colored yoga pants mixed with couch on which my bum rests writing all of this. The malleability of the amenable facets of love is as sacred as religious fellowship. We may love the undivided attention our flirtation has placed in our direction and the ‘voice’ of a child’s breath escaping their lungs during a sleepful slumber. Perhaps your love is tiny pieces of flower petals grazing your ankles during a nature walk. Most of us love strength balanced with support. Selecting love ought to be uncomplicatingly valuable.
We are most alive when we’re in love. ~John Updike
An outline for how to love any day is as humbly noble as dear Bashful. Love dwells in everything and only takes the looker to determine as such. Contemplating that love is everywhere, we have the absolute opportunity to feel a lifetime of love. The philosophy of love is acknowledging how to fall in love frequently. It is not merely one’s love for a human that conceives a wake of balmy beauty. Think how clearly you love your choice of European wine, well-worn t-shirt soothing bed linens, ritzy private aircraft experience, bosom buddy, and woofer treats. We may describe our love in every morsel of a meal, the interior design of our car or the hotel space we’d prefer to model in our home, or through the words that pour from our m mouths each look into our lover’s eyes. What rules our superlative ability to love is doing it.
Spread love everywhere you go. Let no one everflie come to you without leaving happier. ~Mother Teresa
Where to love right now and through your every tomorrow is steadily available. The core of this heart matter is located from our insides out. First, it is our responsibility with loving to encounter something we love about ourselves. I don’t care if this is the sum of your millimeters or barely a hair on your head. Pick at least one. Forge a foxy romance with at least one element of your being. The classiness of spotting a speck of love creates the spark wherein love blooms beyond. Potentially, I’m addicted to happiness. Therein, I suppose that looking for love in all places is part of the pattern destined in my star sign. No matter what type of personality you are, I believe in love for all. The ulterior sweep of living by loving so fully lends a larger dispersement of pleasure for the populace. Love Is All We Need.
True love stories never have endings. ~Richard Bach
Indefinite amounts of love will render you eternally and internally lively.
