Re-Post Valentine's Day

We are not going to heal our divide with more hate, anger, and name-slinging. We are not going to heal by firing our enemies, shaming, belittling, or being cold, hard, and mean. Love is the only thing that softens the heart. It is the only thing that softens rage, and yet it is the hardest gift to bestow on those who push our buttons—be they in our families or in our political spaces

This is a quote from Maria Shriver's Sunday Paper which I follow. Today I learned that she had and loved a horse, just like I did. Another reason I relate to her writing, I think. I hope she represents most of the women in the world, especially in our country. The women I know do love others even if they don't go to the same church, vote for the same party, or pull for the same teams. I learned to love people of a different race when I had been raised in a culture that said I should not.

I am fortunate that I have known great love in my long life. 

Even those times when I didn't recognize it, I had love.  First from my mother, then from my sisters, and especially from Barry, my soulmate. 

Recently while reading from old journals I've kept for many years, I was reminded by my words then how much I loved him and how much he loved me. Looking back, I realize how wonderful my life was after we married. My memories are precious.

Love is about the way someone looks at you. It's about the way someone talks to you. It's about their tone, especially when they disagree with you. Love is about showing up and caring, even when it’s hard.

I don't think I was easy to love when I was a kid. I was often moody and down. But Mother loved me and cared for me in my worst times. Gay, my sister, loved me, and I know that was not always easy. She, the even-tempered, fun-loving, and kind person, put up with my moods, my ups and downs, and always stood by me.

The Council sisters, June in front, Glenda and Gay.

June, my older sister had an unconditional love for me that I wonder about today. From the time I was a little girl, she was my hero. She made things better for me -- in my family and at school. She was my voice when I did not know I had a voice. She put me on her list of those she loved and cared for. When I was accused of behaving badly, she would not accept it. She stood down my brothers and my father even though it drained her emotionally, and she cried when alone in her room. I saw that same behavior when she felt her children were maligned. She was a bear when those she loved were in trouble and she was not afraid to stand tall and fight. That is what love is. 

In this month of Love with Valentine's Day approaching, I wish we all would think of loving others as best we can, even if we don't agree or have differences. 

If I had let our differences stop my love for my brothers and my father, I would have forsaken the joy of being with them when they told stories, sang songs, and teased me beyond what was fun. I would have missed the love they showed me as we all grew older and needed each other for comfort in our losses. 

One of my sweet brothers, Rex, passed away on Valentine's Day, 2009. This holiday never ceases to remind me of him and how close we became as adults. I know he loved me, and we certainly had different political beliefs. He saw the world through eyes that had seen pain, and sacrifices for his family, and he felt he had damaged them to save himself from drowning in unhappiness. He was generous to me and to Barry. We knew his love and we loved him dearly.

Council Brothers, from left back row. Hal Council, Max Council.
Front row from left: Rex Council and Ray Council - young men in the 1950s

In today's world when the word love is thrown around so recklessly, I try to use it only for those times I really mean it. I love my dear friends Mike and Estelle who are always there for me when I want a friend to listen and help me through the tough times. I am not obligated to love them. They are not my blood relatives, but they are more a part of my life than some of my family now.  

Two people who have been in my life for forty years have changed in many ways from the couple I met so long ago. At times I miss the man and woman I enjoyed back when we were young. To me, they seem more rigid, and more judgmental now, but I know they are good, kind, and loving people, and I love them. I am grateful they have been in my life all these years, through sickness and in health.

I think there is a country song, You can't make new old friends. 

I wish for all who read my writing here that you have love in your life, and you give love to those around you. 

More from Maria Shriver:

• Don't judge people who differ from you, but give them understanding and reach out with love, not anger or hatred, resentment or revenge.
• I believe that fear has driven us apart in this country. We are taught to be afraid by what we hear and see on television, especially on the news channels and on social media.
• If we are afraid of our neighbor, we will not know when he is in need, and will not help him.
• If he is afraid of us, we might suffer needlessly because he won't know and reach out to us.
• Don't let fear run your life. It is the enemy of freedom.

Have a lovely Valentine's Day, and remember those who are elderly and those who have no special person in their lives. Remember your parents, if you still have them, and remember the teachers, the people who have helped you become who you are today. Show some love to the young people who need to know they matter. Send them a note to show you care. Let's use this Valentine's Day to show love in every way to the people in our lives.