1. a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person.

2. a feeling of warm personal attachment or deep affection, as for a parent, child, or friend.

3. sexual passion or desire.

4. a person toward whom love is felt; beloved person; sweetheart.

5. (used in direct address as a term of endearment, affection, or the like):
Would you like to see a movie, love?

6. a love affair; an intensely amorous incident; amour.

7. verb (used with object), loved, loving.

8. (initial capital letter) a personification of sexual affection, as Eros or Cupid.

9. affectionate concern for the well-being of others:
the love of one’s neighbor.

10. strong predilection, enthusiasm, or liking for anything:
her love of books.

11. the object or thing so liked:
The theater was her great love.

12. the benevolent affection of God for His creatures, or the reverent affection due from them to God.

13. Chiefly Tennis. a score of zero; nothing.

14. a word formerly used in communications to represent the letter L

15. to have love or affection for:
All her pupils love her.

16. to have a profoundly tender, passionate affection for (another person).

17. to have a strong liking for; take great pleasure in:
to love music.

18. to need or require; benefit greatly from:
Plants love sunlight.

19. to embrace and kiss (someone), as a lover.

20. to have sexual intercourse with.

verb (used without object), loved, loving.

21. to have love or affection for another person; be in love.

Verb phrases

22. love up, to hug and cuddle:
She loves him up every chance she gets.


23. for love,
a. out of affection or liking; for pleasure.
b. without compensation; gratuitously:
He took care of the poor for love.

24. for the love of, in consideration of; for the sake of:
For the love of mercy, stop that noise.

25. in love, infused with or feeling deep affection or passion:
a youth always in love.

26. in love with, feeling deep affection or passion for (a person, idea, occupation, etc.); enamored of:
in love with the girl next door; in love with one’s work.

27. make love,
a. to embrace and kiss as lovers.
b. to engage in sexual activity.

28. no love lost, dislike; animosity:
There was no love lost between the two brothers


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Love is my ultimate state of being, doing and having.

The giving, receiving, dreaming, making of.

Of all the things I love in this wondrous world of ours, love is what I love most.

It’s my love umbrella in which feelings of peace, connection, oneness, acceptance, passion, power, intimacy, eros, play, surrender, gratitude and so forth, embrace the past, present and future.

It inhabits all.

Light, dark, life, death, sorrow, joy, perfection, imperfection, positive, negative, pleasure, pain, courage, fear, trust, risk, forgiveness, betrayal, new, familiar, comfort, stress, challenge, success, stillness, movement, growth, decrease, nurture, nature, good, bad, beautiful, ugly, saint, sinner, maiden, slut, love, hate…

I couldn’t imagine life, nor, a life, without it – love.

It’s the elixir of who we be.

Our divinity.
Our divine.
Our heartbeat.
Our heart.

What I find interesting from the above definitions on love, it’s what we give externally, to others – other beings, other places, other ideas, other things, others, others, others.

Where is the definition for the love of self?

1. a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person.

How about this instead?

1. a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person and self.

No wonder we have so much trouble loving ourselves.

So much conflict on the planet.

So much war and hatred.

There’s no defining love of self, in loves definition.

I love the feeling of love. The way it encompasses my whole being, expands my heart, transcends me beyond the physical. Melts me into one. One with all.

In a moment of love, I’m connected to all there is, all there has been, all there will be.

Pure love.

Love shows up in a variety of forms.
Self love.
Passionate love.
Plutonic love.
Unconditional love.
Kindred love.

And I imagine many more loves.

For a long time, I bought into the notion of believing to be able to love another, I had to love myself first or for another to love me, again, I had to love myself first.

Today I sit slightly ajar to this concept.

Mahatma Ghandi once said, “be the change that you wish to see in the world”.

Therefore, if I wish to see an abundance of love in the world, I have to be love.

I can love another without loving myself first, I have done this.
Another can love me without me loving myself first, they have also done this.

There is an undeniable difference though, when you love another from a place of loving yourself first and vice versa.

The vibration is higher.
The love is deeper, stronger, more connected.
It’s authentic, pure, blissful.
Like attracting like.

Love, when you love yourself first makes…

Colours, vibrant.

Air, fresher.

People, appeasing, appealing, pleasing.

Aromas, potent.

Senses, heightened.

Sex, hot.

Source, accessible.

Sun, brighter.

Life, joy.

There’s a kindness too.




Perfection in the imperfection.


To love ones self, unconditionally, that’s ones purpose in life. Then one can give love to others, freely flowing from a place of loving, unconditionally.

Without love, we die.


For some.

For without love, we begin to rot and decay on the inside. We are constantly sad, depressed, lonely, anxious, despondent, surviving at best.

If we survive at all.

I’m not saying if you have love, love of self, love of another you will not at times feel the above challenges. I would imagine it to be rare. I am saying, if you don’t have any love whatsoever you will most certainly feel the above challenges.

Therefore, from where I sit, love is not a want.

Love is a need.

Babies can be given food, shelter, safety, warmth and so forth. Without love, they die. Their growth hormones and immune systems start shutting down. Perhaps not all of them die. A lot of the babies that don’t die, can suffer mental illness, loss of IQ, psychological and behavioural disorders. This is one of the reasons why orphanages were shut down, too many babies died.

What then of adults who don’t experience love?
What happens to them?


Love has no boundaries, no limits. It’s not prejudice in any way, shape or form, nor is it stubborn.

Tell the people you love, you love them as often as you can. Don’t go to sleep withholding love, ever. That’s not love, that’s manipulation. It’s something I’ll admit to having done in the past. Life’s to short to play mind games with love.

Love is eternal, infinite.

It is us whom restricts its flow.

In fact love may have been seen as the enemy, vain, weak, especially love of self, that would be more attributed to ego than love.

Without it, at the very least, we are lost, broken, disjointed, disconnected, depressed.

If you didn’t receive love growing up from your parents, your family, how do you know how to love? What love even is?

It’s not taught in schools and you can’t buy it.

Love is programmed in our psyches. We simply have to remember and tap into its power.


Love of self.

It’s taken me decades to be in a place of self love. I’ve worked hard to release out dated beliefs, values, concepts, conditionings that no longer serve me. I let go of hate and self loathing. Sure there are still parts of me I don’t yet love. I don’t hate them anymore. I love they are a part of me and overtime I will love them for what they be, me. Because, overall, I love who I be and how I choose to show up in this world. What I give. What I receive.


To be loved unconditionally, as the unique individual you are, is one of, if not, the most profound experiences you could ever have. Where you are witnessed and embraced as your whole self, a oneness with all. No strings attached. No demands. No masks.


Not as some half completing another half. For we are already whole and complete, exactly as we are. Most of us don’t realise this and seek out others to fill this void. We can absolutely complement each other, bring out the best in each other, light each other up, guide each other and when romantically connected we can merge ourselves as one at times too. We don’t ever complete. That’s attachment, not love.

Imagine being gifted with unconditional love and self love right from the very beginning. Unadulterated, unchanged, un-removed, unsanctioned.

We wouldn’t have to use so much time, energy and effort in learning to love.

We would be love.

Do you have love in your life?

Do you love yourself, completely, here and now?

Do you allow another to be who they be, complete on their own?

Or do you believe you complete them, by being their other half?

Do you tell the people you love, you love them?


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