Roses are Red…

Actually, roses come in all colors, shapes, and scents—they’re all things of beauty, unless of course you’re not a rose person, which is perfectly fine too. Maybe your jam is all about the hydrangea, those exuberant, puffy bouquets that say so much while somehow speaking quietly or maybe, the smooth verdant evergreen succulent is more to your liking—the point being, IT’S ALL GOOD and it’s up to you.

It’s February, the month of amore and the time to celebrate love. Personally I believe that love is something to celebrate everyday and all day. Don’t you? I mean, why just one day, of one month, of twelve? That’s a lot of pressure and honestly, I don’t think love has anything to do with pressure.

Love is ease. Love is sweet. Love is tender. Love is an act expressed and felt on the daily. Every moment of every day we have the opportunity to express love for ourselves and for others through acts of kindness; yes, Virginia, every day. Self care is an act of love, helping a neighbor is an act of love.

Easy, sweet and tender; those are the baby steps to loving on the daily and that starts with you. Be tender with yourself, imagine you are a delicate flower, and handle yourself with great care and kindness. Don’t forget the little boy or girl inside of you, that sweet child who blossoms in the light of a smile, who grows strong with encouraging words, who believes that kindness is a playground where all are welcome.

Like the flowers, celebrating love is unique and like I said, it starts with loving care of the self. When that loving dialogue is rich and meaningful, how we extend and express our love to others is as well. Love is a daily practice and we know that practice creates ease. Expressions of love don't need to be huge productions numbers involving skywriting and dozens of long stem roses delivered on the hour—no Virginia, certainly not. Love is daily acts of kindness. Love is making the coffee, and bringing that first cup to your partner. Love is giving up your seat on the bus for one less able to stand. Love is listening and hearing when someone else speaks.

So yes, roses can be red, violets can be blue, you can write a poem telling of love, through and through. However you chose to express your love Virginia, love on the daily, love on the true.

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