As an ode to Valentine’s Day, we’re celebrating love at the studio and through our newsletters this month. One of my favorite descriptions of love comes from Kahlil Gibran’s
. I hope you enjoy it, as well. Xo, Alana
PS – Although I wish I could, the whole section is too long to share here. (So check the rest of it out, please!).
Love gives naught but itself and takes
naught but from itself.
Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;
For love is sufficient unto love…
… And think not you can direct the course
of love, for love, if it finds you worthy,
directs your course.
Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.
But if you love and must needs have
desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook
that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart
and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love’s ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the
beloved in your heart and a song of praise
upon your lips.