No poetry today but just a thought. Tossing bread upon the waters. Maybe it is the food you need today. I don't know but I know I had to try.
Gary Chapman's book on love languages. The premise is simple. You don't have to read book. Chapman sees patterns in the way we like to receive love and the way we like to extend it. He sees 5 basic preferences, languages he calls them. The five languages he sees are Touch, Quality Time, Acts of Service, Gifts, Words. Again, he sees that we have a preference or two that rise above the others. He tells a lot of stories that give examples. You can probably tell which ones you prefer if you play with his theory. Not all do. In this time of distancing and if I am serious, which I am, about love being the only way through this, then I believe anything that helps to build the atrophied muscles of love and organizes a chaotic heart to beat in the direction of another person different from us is a good exercise. So the challenge before us is that our preferred way of receiving and giving love, may not be working for someone else. What if, we experimented with a language outside our comfort zone?
What if, a gloved and carefully washed hand before and after, could touch an arm or a shoulder that is withering from the lack of touch?
What if, a conversation with eyes looking at each other, six feet apart can still beat a text message?
What if, a card with handwritten words sent through regular mail, turned words into tangible bits of love?
What if, a lawn mowed, dishes washed, coffee made, food delivered shouted love in silence?
What if, a flower in a vase or painted offered on a doorstep or a check or gift card sent to a helper or a stranger could change a day?
You get my drift.
You probably are already doing these things.
I hope so.
I hope I am the slowest one
and you are way ahead of me.