Wednesday, October 13, 2021

Language of Love

I'm not  writing of actual language here. Though in some cases that is true.

I'm writing of the acts of love which speak far more than expressing a sentence or so, which is fine and dandy. But language expressed in other ways.

Daughter went off to Ontario to visit her father and daughter and various long term friends. Before she left she quietly put some homemade soups in my freezer. Carrot and ginger. I was so keen to dive into this I nearly forgot to take a picture.


I always had difficulty in feeling loved, rooted in childhood, of course. But lately, with the help and care and compassion I was shown through my baffling and lingering illness I've become more aware, that yes, I am loved. Gifted food is a manifestation of that. Grandgirl voluntarily cleaning up a bathroom which was an awful mess before one of my procedures was another.

A friend downstairs brings me a hot Jiggs Dinner when she cooks it.

Another sends in home made jam or bottled moose from the country.

A blog friend and I share the details of the challenges of our health on an almost daily basis via email which is comforting and gives that feeling of not being alone with pain and lack of mobility and often zero energy.

Niece provides delicious family meals complete with boxed leftovers to take home and her daughter bakes delicious pies. 

Her special blueberry cheesecake.


Niece also had a crack at her mother's Yorkshire Pudding, which was marvelous.

And here is the turkey and Jiggs which was wonderful


A cousin taking the time to write me after reading one of my articles was another. (You'd be amazed at the lack of response I get when I send my articles or essays to those I think would be interested). But yes, one or two out of ten or twelve can be enough.

A gift of knitted socks, endless cards in the mail, muffins left on the shelf outside my door, the laundry service gifted by Daughter, streaming services gifted by family, and on and on. Every day the language of love is there if we look for it. 

The kind and caring words of blog-friends are especially dear.

If you'd like an actual mailed personalized card from me, email me at wisewebwomanatgmaildotcom with your snail mail address.

There's nothing like real mail is there?

And please feel free to share your language of love experience(s).





27 comments:

  1. Somewhere recently I read that most words don't need to be spoken ('Boy Swallows Universe' maybe?) It might be true(though I do love words!) These expressions of love certainly express more than words could. You are blessed to have such caring family and friends!

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    1. What a great book that was Molly. I highly recommend Miriam Toews Fight Night. the grandmother is the protagonist watched by her granddaughter. Best read of 2021 so far.

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  2. My God! What are you complaining about? This is just wonderful. I wish I had all of these gifts myself.

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    1. Gigi what gave you the idea I was complaining? I am celebrating.

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  3. You are a most loved person. Congratulations. And true, words are not the only language. <3

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    1. I was always looking for the words, even as a young adult and now I know better, Charlotte.

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  4. For me at least, gestures like these express love better than any words can. They are gestures which speak thousands and thousands of much appreciated words. Precious gestures, treasured gestures.

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    1. And you expressed it so very well, EC. Words can be shallow and hollow but gestures, as they say, speak louder than words ever do.

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    1. I surely am, Linda and I must remember it. Every day.

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  6. We do need to be aware of what is done for us in kindness. You being a receiver of plenty of kindness must get something right with those you know. Thanks for the link to Jiggs Dinner. I'm not taking bottled moose literally, so I will check that.

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    1. I should have taken it literally.

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    2. Oh yes bottled moose is what you think it is Andrew, only not in a Notre Dame sized bottle. But cut down to edible bites and yeah, literally boiled and bottled. :D

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  7. When this bursitis attack began, my oldest appeared five Saturdays in a row to do my laundry and change my bed. My sister has stocked the freezer with meals from her kitchen. My neighbor has taken me to every doctor appointment. I am so grateful.

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    1. You are loved Joanne, and well you should be. I am continually astonished at how much others do for me without a twinge of resentment.

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  8. As someone mentioned you are blessed to have others who care for you……I do hope you are able to repay their kindness in some way or another
    I’m sorry you feel let down when there’s no feedback to your articles - maybe add a little note at the bottom of the email asking if they enjoyed/were interested in what you’d forwarded (asking if they want to ‘unsubscribe’ might jolt them into passing comment)

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    1. Cathy, I believe others are not as in tune to the creative field and those who paint, knit, write, play an instrument would appreciate an acknowledgement or encouragement from those in their family and friendship circle.

      I remember hounding a good friend to read a piece of mine that was published in an Irish magazine as to what she thought. Her opinion was important to me. And she never took the time to read it and I remember the hurt as she passive aggressively told me of all the books she was reading. She wasn't creative herself so didn't "get it". And her worsening passive aggression subsequently kyboshed our friendship.

      I hadn't thought about that in years.

      Your suggestion is great.

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  9. Love really is everywhere, people just need to recognise the signs.

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    1. I missed them for years River, never recognising love in the best of manifestations.

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  10. As it happens so often, I had just posted my latest blog post earlier this afternoon on a book on love. I expect a detailed comment from you on its content.

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    1. I am very curious Ramana, will be over later.

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  11. As you say, other people's help and care shows that you are very much loved. I do hope that some progress is being made in dealing with all your medical problems.

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    1. Thank you Nick. I'm still waiting to hear from the retinal specialist but the gastric guy is booking a call with me. Fingers crossed here.

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  12. Love really is expressed in actions and you have received so many. You obviously sow into peoples lives generously and often.

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    1. I don't view myself that way, Kylie. I remember a friend who lived with us for a while who recorded all her good deeds in a ledger and expected payment in kind. We're not friends anymore. There were other peculiarities too, too numerous to mention.
      People come to me years telling me stories about myself and what I gave them. I draw a complete blank.
      It's a good thing I guess. *smile*

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    2. Good deeds in a ledger! Not real good then

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