‘Tis the night before, and the world is preparing for the day when everyone gets to express how they feel about and to their loved ones. Men and women, boys and girls everywhere are waiting, with bated breath, to receive those tangible expressions, so that they can ascertain the extent to which they are loved/appreciated/desired. For many, the type of gift received is usually an indicator of the love gradient; it is what society has taught and what we have accepted as validation of “true love”. Businesses, so inclined, have been prepping for what is not only the most romantic time of the year but is debated as being the most lucrative time of the year, since the expression of love at this time is not unique to any one class, race, group, or sexual orientation. Bottom line, everyone, and their moms (but mostly dads) will be spending in their attempts to effectively express.
For some, this is no biggie, since this is the language of love that they have chosen. As such, this time of the year is simply the icing on the cake for how they have been to their partners, and in this moment of Sacred Reciprocity, it is an easy and stress-free expression. For others, not so much since this is when they are required to maintain a façade, which becomes problematic when the resources are limited. But to each his own… right? Loving someone and being loved in return and expecting a special treat on the day designed to show and tell is part and parcel of the love experience, for most, and nothing to be ashamed of. Surely, not everyone requires that. Arguably, it is a more uniquely different experience for those whose love affair is etched in something greater than any one person can give (and this has nothing to do with promiscuity).
For me, I have had one great love affair that has lasted my entire life and that which transcends borders, race, moods, friendships, romantic relationships, childbirth, multiple degrees, heartbreaks, or an attachment to feelings or someone. This love affair that refuses to quit, feeds my soul; it gives me motivation to achieve; it lifts me up when I feel down. It guards me by reminding me who I am. It never leaves me when I am sad and is a complement for my happy times. It is patient with me; it finds me when I am lost and puts me back on track. This love affair of mine takes good care of me and stays with, on, and inside me when I am existing in a space that no one else can penetrate and helps me to make sense of my existence when nothing else does. It is the one love affair that is the gift that keeps on giving all year long and one that I will always have no matter where I am and what I am doing and with whom I am doing it. It remains with me through all my stages and travels with me throughout the most turbulent of times and places, literally. Without my greatest love affair, I would not have been able to navigate those moments designed to break me – to beat me to pulp – into “disintegratory nothingness”.
I cannot imagine existing without it – not even for a day, because affairs are sweet and exciting; they are intense and fulfilling. This one is! While they are supposed to be short-lived, mine isn’t. Our relationship is sustainable and symbiotic. It doesn’t matter what anyone tells me or who comes along, my love affair will be a part of every interaction – long or short term, so they may join us or opt to leave. It doesn’t matter though, because my greatest love affair remains when all is lost – tried, tested, and proven. Its only requirement is for me to keep it alive so that it may continue to thrive beyond times and borders. This love affair is the one I have with MUSIC! This is truly the only other thing outside of my relationship with my Eternal Father that provides an indelible and unshakable nourishment to my soul. When I am one with music, I am impenetrable, unless I invite you there. My love affair with music is my greatest love affair, to date and will remain my greatest love affair of all!

Love this!