Are you ready for love. Be kind and you will find it.

A kind favor gets a hug.

Love comes from loving

Each day I strive to read or practice some form of meditation to quell my hyperactive mind. Today I came across the statement, love comes from loving. The simplicity, but wisdom, of that statement struck me as a profound thought. Are you ready for love? You can make that happen with the right choices.

Think about it. How do  people respond to you when you are kind? How do they respond when you are brusque or rude? When you encounter a stranger who is kind or thoughtful to you, don’t you have positive thoughts about that individual. Even though you may never see that person again, aren’t you inclined to think kindly of him or her? I know I am.

Are you ready for love?

If such a simple encounter can brighten one’s day, imagine what couples can do for one another. Think about how you feel when your mate does something kind for you. Do you sense that he or she has taken that action out of love? Doesn’t that make you feel grateful for the loving relationship? Such actions lead me to think of what I love about my spouse and feel closer to him.

Want to feel loved and enjoy retirement together? Show your partner your love with simple interactions of kindness and love. It will bring out the best in you and your mate.

Are you ready for love in your retirement? This poem by Roy Croft says it far better than I could, so I feel obliged to share it.


I love you
Not only for what you are,
But for what I am
When I am with you.

I love you,
Not only for what
You have made of yourself,
But for what
You are making of me

I love you
For the part of me
That you bring out;

I love you
For putting your hand
Into my heaped-up heart
And passing over
All the foolish, weak things
That you can’t help
Dimly seeing there,
And for drawing out
Into the light
All the beautiful belongings
That no one else had looked
Quite far enough to find

I love you because you
Are helping me to make
Of the lumber of my life
Not a tavern
But a temple.
Out of the works
Of my every day
Not a reproach
But a song.

I love you
Because you have done
More than any creed
Could have done
To make me good.
And more than any fate
Could have done
To make me happy.

You have done it
Without a touch,
Without a word,
Without a sign.

You have done it
By being yourself.
Perhaps that is what
Being a friend means,
After all.