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It feels like a deep and aching desire to give and to receive (what?), and to know and be known (by whom?). I’ve had it fewer than half a dozen times in my life. – I can never pinpoint the object of that desire; but at that moment, I want to put my arms out physically and embrace it.
It depends on the context. When I’m out in nature, whether on water or land, at its best it feels like a oneness, a deep connection, moving the depths of my spirit. In a save-the-world sense, it’s a mixture of concern, fear and a desire to do something about it. So if I love it I can care for it and take my own small steps in that direction. Love as an action verb again. I am grateful I live in a democracy where I can vote for the people to act on the bigger stage.
When seeing the sun rays appear on a foggy morning while walking alongside the river, and the mist, which swallowed all noise and almost all signs of life slowly disappears, giving sight onto the beauty of nature and all. The rays of light almost mystic, the mist almost taking the breath and so peaceful, the waking of the world again… this leaves me deeply grateful.
My love for the world and of the world comes when I’m out in the world- hiking, climbing, skiing, walking. It’s a all about nature. It’s an over whelming feeling of my smallness against the vastness. How big is the sky anyway? How far can I see? I love the fresh smell of the out world.
When I am in nature and touch a tree branch or leaf or see a strange bug or the milky way with stars that stretch across the night sky. Seeing a child smile and holding a baby. When my dog snuggles up and puts his head in my lap for a snooze. A kiss from my mate. I feel a grateful peace in my heart and soul.
It feels like eating a big scoop of ice cream – just divine.
I walk every morning and always see and/or hear something beautiful that triggers off a sense of love for this world. Sometimes it feels like it takes my breath away, it always seems to centre around my heart and often makes me smile or even laugh. It also puts me in perspective as one small thing in this amazing world. Awe and wonder are two words that spring to mind. It is because of this that I believe we have to care for the world and all do our bit to help.
But I also get the same feeling when I hear of people doing caring things for other people, often selflessly, and then I know it is a good world after all
I do things like pick up trash that’s left in the street and put it into a garbage can.
Sunshine & Nature. I experience this love when I’m sitting outside reading, relaxing, listening to the birds. I also experience this feeling when I’m hiking- taking in the forest around me. I enjoy photography- and how finding the perfect shot helps me appreciate and love the world around me.
I felt a powerful sense of love that reached from my throat to my heart to my belly and out into my arms yesterday – it came from a photo of my former guinea pig
When my cat wakes me at 4 in the morning and cries not out for me to get up like it or not I get up and hold him and join him on his morning adventure, looking at the window, feeling the breeze, this morning watching the trees blowing back and forth, hearing the birds, changing his water, letting him drink from the sink, and trying to go back to sleep until he wakes me again by biting my feet. Love wakes me up and calls me to play and to not resist the day ahead but to join in.
It feels like bubbles of joy in my body and makes me smile 😊
It feels like being one with it all…. including the little garden snake who surprised me yesterday while I pruned raspberry canes. “Ah!! Hello, and it’s so lovely to see you….Thank you thank you thank you”
I love being surprised by a sudden proximity to a wild creature unselfconsciously going about its day.
That deep love always seems to resonate from deep inside my belly (kind of like the womb) and then resonates through my body. There have been times when my heart literally hurts from witnessing such great beauty. It’s a message that speaks of impermanence: “hold onto this snapshot in your memory, Trish, so you can reach it during difficult times.” All gifts….
When I experience a sense of love for the world it feels like gratitude and openness. It feels like say yes, thank you so much.
Can a paradox be a feeling? Often when I feel love to the world it’s because I am “close” to something: a person, a beautiful garden/tree/river, and then the sense of love wells up, and the experience is that all other thoughts, feelings, objects are moved “far” from my conscienceless. The experience is a pleasant and unsolicited singular focus on that which is causing the experience of love in this world.
How exactly does that take shape? Not sure how to tackle that question until I have another cup of coffee…
Love feels good, it warms your soul. Of course love would take the shape of a heart:) Have a good weekend everyone!
Love for the world feels like compassion and compassion leads to a longing to understand one another.
I experience a sense of love during my daily walks in nature along the river. The sounds of songbirds chirping, seeing them and the turkey vultures carelessly gliding overhead, the lapping of water as it crashes into the rocks, the blowing of the wind through my hair and the peace of tranquility overcomes me. Every day I do my walks i fall in love again and again. I feel rested and recharged ready to face life and what it will bring to me. In second place is my first taste of coffee n the morning. As it passes my lips, and goes down my throat, I feel a sense of loving it’s taste and enlightenment 😁😋☺️
I can’t help but smile as I read this sipping my coffee:)
Me too 🙂
It feels like Home. And “Thank you.”
It feels like a warm hug, taking the shape in more love, peace and gratitude for the world.
Yes, I know that feeling of love for the world. It feels so free; no fears and no worries. I then have a feeling of being a tree with the trees, being a cloud with the clouds, being a bird with the birds. It feels healthy and there is no sadness for a while. I feel this love for the world most strongly when I am in nature and connect with my Divine Creator.
When I wake up into it for another new day, I am grateful and in love. If I can manage to be outside all day, I am in a constant state of love and awe as things around me catch my eye (or other senses). Looking at the sky, the trees, my garden, the ocean. I bought some flowers to brighten up our yard. I placed one in a hanging box on our front porch. It was doing well, then not-so-well. I took that Verbena and gave her a spot in the ground in the garden. Yesterday when I was tending to the plants, I found she had some flowers again! I felt love in the shape of gratitude and having done the right thing. I spent the rest of the day trimming limbs, pulling weeds, and then mowing. I love having land to work on. Getting to know the trees and soil and learning how to tend it all properly fills me up. I never expected to have this life that I have now. It’s really beautiful and fun, and I’m so grateful. I love our place, but I have a deep love for the world around me, too. That love takes shape in the form of prayer each day, as I pray for peace, health, and prosperity for all.
My love for the world depends on where I am in it. For example, I love being on or beside the ocean which brings about a sense of wonder every time that I have the privilege of being there. I love most any expanse of land, be it rolling hills and meadows, a hundred-acre hayfield, or shifting dunes of sand. While walking in the woods I adore old stone walls speckled with Lichen, and marvel at the spider’s web in fall, yielding back and forth in the breeze yet strong enough to catch a meal three times its size. I enjoy a raging snowstorm or springtime downpour, both of which I’m happy to experience from inside my earthly home, sipping tea or even something stronger.
Dear Kevin, Your flower on my husbands grave is a beautiful yellow flower🌻, and your gesture was a gift to my soul.
My goodness, Christine, thank you! After reading your note here, I took the image of that special yellow flower into a prayer, walked outside and sat on a little wall by our flower garden, and completed my prayer while watching a daffodil sway in the breeze and morning sunshine. I pray too, Christine, that time continues to bring healing for you, as you remember, always.
I feel love most intensely through simple things that are direct experiences. Not intellectually. Certainly grounded in the natural world most of the time. And through my senses. Sounds (the sea), smells (the north woods in autumn), sight (a field in late summer glowing with sunlight and a backdrop of dark gray clouds from an impending storm), and taste (a ripened peach on a summer day). Internally, a warm fire after a long day of cross country skiing in the woods or in a hammock under a tree in the shade after a day of body surfing at the beach. My body revels in it’s exhaustion. The love comes into fruition in gratitude and deepened by my making room for it and savoring it, deeply appreciating it’s nuances. And all of this is heightened through sharing it with another.
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