It was persistent lately that I wished I had more love. I was saddened with myself for having little of it, told myself, 'Ah I must love better, I must love more. My love isn't strong and is lacking. I must try harder to love.' But love is not a sort of thing of trying harder. When I go to someone it can never be with the marked intention that I will love him/her much, but also with the welcoming that he/she too loves me, and perhaps loves to give more than I love to receive. How much love then is enough? Enough to take a step to come and get to know the love of others, and in it I will love more. This step alone is enough. In loving I let myself be loved, and in being loved I love more. While one who never tries to love never knows she is loved even when she is really loved, one who never knows how it is to be really loved never really loves.

posted by Graciana@Home at 7:06 am