What a powerful little four-letter word. Love! We write and sing songs about it: What the World Needs Now, Is Love, Sweet Love. Love Is All Around (theme song from the old Mary Tyler Moore Show). All You Need Is Love (Love is all you need). Poets have waxed rhapsodically about it. “How Do I Love Thee, Let Me Count The Ways.” Most religions are based on it. There are many different kinds of love and many different ways of showing and bestowing love.


We pay such great homage to Love in so many ways in our culture. Yet, it seems when it comes to practicing love, we suddenly narrow down the field, as though somehow it is a scarce commodity. There’s not enough love to go around, apparently. I’m not sure how we measure out love; how much we can give away, how much we must hold in reserve, lest our beloved disappoint us. The great gurus tell us to love wastefully, but we hoard our love and dole it out very sparingly much if not most of the time.





And we’re quick to withdraw that love if our beloved somehow does disappoint us. Sometimes we can patch up a breach and hobble along, holding our breath lest we’re disappointed again. It matters not if it is a dear friend, a spouse, a lover; love seems to fly out the window so easily when it hits a snag. Sometimes we can gather up the remnants of our tattered love and patch up the relationship but it often appears as if it’s never quite the wholehearted love we had before. So we may take our love and move on to find a more perfect person, idea, or group to love.

Makes me wonder: Just what is love? Is it a feeling? Is it a condition? Is it a state of mind? Is it all of these and yet something greater? Whatever it is, I’m convinced that what the world truly needs now is love, sweet love. Like the song says: That’s the only thing that there’s just too little of.


Keep on Writing Friends!

Ellie Pulikonda, Author/Writer


PSS…. My mew book has now released!

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About The New Book:

Three women, each caught in circumstances which limit her freedom to be, to act, to live as she chooses. Each reaches out tentatively, only to fall back in anger and fear. Despair is their constant companion.

Helping each other may be the only hope for each of them but their tentative bond is threatened by their fear. Trust is an elusive and alien concept to each. Moments when they are in accord are rare but they do happen, perhaps giving them a glimmer of the hope and the will they need, to keep trying.

Join Mae, Mira, and Carla as they navigate the tricky path of finding faith.


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