There are at least four different words for Love in the Greek language. Did you know that? I learned that from a dear friend recently. I had never heard that before and once I did, I became a little obsessed with the concept. Perhaps it has something to do with the fact that I have always felt I was Greek in a past life and have always been fascinated with their culture. But when I was taught this I really felt it, I understood it, I took it in and kept it close to my heart. It just made sense to me and I had such an appreciation for it. In the English language, we only have the one word for Love. But there are many different levels of Love, aren’t there? You can Love a sandwich… and you can Love your lover. (Both are two entirely different ideas, yes?) Those Greeks have it right.
There’s agape– which is the traditional meaning of Love, Love in the spiritual sense, true unconditional Love, a selfless Love… s’agapo means ‘I Love you’ in Greek.
There’s eros– which is the physical, passionate Love, sensual desire…the term erotas in Greek means ‘intimate Love’. (And I also feel like our word, erotic may stem from this word as well…although it’s just merely a hunch.)
There’s philia– which is the mental Love, a loyalty to friends, your community, your feelings toward an activity…
And then there’s storge– which means affection in Greek, like a natural affection felt by parents towards their children.
I’ve been thinking a lot about that lately. About the word, Love. I believe in it. I believe that Love exists for everyone. And I believe you can find it in the oddest of places, at the oddest of times, as long as you’re open to receiving it. Call me a romantic or a hippie, I don’t care. But Love is available for everyone. And I think we shouldn’t shy away from Love when it comes our way. We must not close ourselves off to the opportunity to Love, and to be Loved. We can’t control when, where, how or why Love comes to us, but we can control if or how we receive it. Because when all is said and done, when we’re about to leave this body and this planet, don’t you want to leave knowing that you were able to Love all that you could?
I went to a wedding this week for a couple whom I have known since the 7th grade. They’ve been together for about 19 years and just this week made it ‘official’. It was a special thing to be a part of. I was there when these two fell in Love, all those years ago, in classrooms and hallways, in bleachers and benches, in clubs and concerts, and have been lucky enough to be a small part of their lives ever since. Watching the two of them get excited and emotional walking down the aisle, after being together and working together and living together for all these years, was a magical thing to witness.
You just have to allow it.
(Next post, we talk wedding fashion. Oh yes, I looked like a lady, ya’ll. Get ready.)
|(This may have had something to do with the unraveling…)|
…but more about that next time.