Welcome to Musing Interruptus. A space where the many things on our minds get to be said out loud, to people, who are listening. Is that an oversimplification, or what? Today, there are many ways to say I love you. How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
People say it all sorts of ways, in different languages, and spaces, they sing it to the tune of their favorite song, they might send letters with hidden messages, other times they are overt messages, in plain sight, or maybe they are hidden in plain sight, some people use their voices, perhaps in undertones, speaking words from across the room, relying on their stare to carry their messages, like carrier pigeons beaming out eye sockets… there are people who use their hands,  maybe signing messages that are bursting from the heart, others send out vibrations to the universe. They, me.. Who knows.
It’s fresh coffee at 6:00 am, a delicious breakfast, a hug given at our most vulnerable, to keep the sensitivity from spilling onto the kitchen floor. A game that has no name that you just play. A phone call out of the blue, you know… just because. Listening quietly, or expressing indignant outrage in solidarity. Asking questions. Making the perfect gift, or even just remembering to bring a gift. Proposing with gigantic letters from the first major skyscraper in Mexico City, did you see that? Or a secret indecent proposal you blurt out, out last.  A friend showing up at a funeral, or any given Sunday to shoot the breeze. It’s patience and the colors purple, red, and teal. Going out of your way to give a ride. Going out of your way for someone else, period.
Lord knows it's not easy being green. Some languages seem more prone to love than others. Portuguese’s namorados, who in Spanish might say te amo, and chase it in French’s with a Tu me manque, you are missing from me. In psychoanalytical terms, I accept you and your neurosis… isn’t that the basis of honest friendship? True partnership. True love. That level of acceptance is special. I embrace you and your need for reassurance, thank you for not forgetting mine.
It's a love revolution and people are sharing themselves more and more. Closeted lovers of people and life manifest in the streets, wearing face masks. Thinking of the other and not just him, her or themselves. It's the student that becomes the teacher, perpetuating a virtuous cycle. Realizing you have the vocation to serve humanity, somehow, somewhere. Childcare, medicine, education, parenting, policing, studying… idealist bastards of a heartless production system, indeed.
Well then, let's have it, how do you say I love you? Who do you love? Do you have a favorite love song? I’m listening.

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