
“The things that we love tell us what we are.” So said St. Thomas Aquinas.
If that is true, what are we? what am I?
I love my God, my hubby, my kids, my family. I also love my Wonderdog, my job, teens, snow, Americanos, wit, math, writing and creating. So, what does that tell about me? Other than I use love in a variety of ways.
Recently, while watching a truly trashy, useless, hilarious comedy, I heard these words:
“Sometimes you love someone just because they feel like home”
(Bridget Jones)
Maybe, such simple words actually do speak to the truth of love. Whether it is romantic love (like with my hubby), parental love (with my kids), intellectual love (math), visual love (snow) or palatable (coffee) …
all of these different loves are both comfortable … and complicated.
Sometimes they make our heart soar, and sometimes they leave us with heartburn.
But, they are all loves that keep us coming back for more, that have created within us pathways back … like coming home at the end of the day.
They tell us what what we are through our need, our reliance and our daily choosing of them. They lead us home, they are our home.
Great post! I love a huge variety of things too! I really should try to narrow it down! :o)