There’s a fabulous blogger called Pinky Poinker who you really must follow. She regales you with stories about her primary school students, who can do amazing things like stuff their lobes inside their ear canals, and about plants sending her messages in bars.

A Pinky blog never fails to raise my spirits.

Yesterday she wrote one called On My Deathbed that pondered what life’s really about for her and then asked “What matters to YOU in life?”

It was a bit spooky, though not quite as spooky as plants sending her messages in bars, because a few hours earlier I’d wailed on my blog: “I don’t know what I want!”

But as soon as I saw Pinky’s question, the answer was obvious. I wrote in the comment section of her blog: “Love pretty much sums it up for me.”

Not hearts and flowers love, though that would be awesome. And I hope it crosses my path again one day, because it’s a dazzling thing.

When the notion of romantic love floats into the air, I always imagine the scene from Moulin Rouge when that luscious Ewan McGregor warbles:

Christian: Love is a many splendored thing,
Love lifts us up where we belong, all you need is love.
Satine: Please, don’t start that again.

C: All you need is love.
S: A girl has got to eat.

C: All you need is love.
S: Or she’ll end up on the streets.

C: All you need is love.
S: Love is just a game.

C: I was made for loving you baby, you were made for loving me.
S: The only way of loving me baby, is to pay a lovely fee.

C: Just one night, give me just one night.
S: There’s no way, ’cause you can’t pay.

C: In the name of love, one night in the name of love.
S: You crazy fool, I won’t give in to you.

C: Don’t leave me this way,
I can’t survive without your sweet love, oh baby
Don’t leave me this way.
S: You’d think that people would have had enough of silly love songs.

C: I look around me and I see, it isn’t so, oh no.
S: Some people want to fill the world with silly love songs.

C: Well what’s wrong with that? I’d like to know.
‘Cause here I go again!
Love lifts us up where we belong,
Where eagles fly, on a mountain high.
S: Love makes us act like we are fools,
Throw our lives away, for one happy day.

C: We could be heroes! Just for one day.
S: You, you will be mean.

C: No I won’t!
S: And I, I’ll drink all the time.

C: We should be lovers.
S: We can’t do that.

C: We should be lovers, and that’s a fact.
S: Though nothing, will keep us together.

C: We could steal time…
Both: Just for one day. We could be heroes, forever and ever.
We could be heroes, forever and ever. We could be heroes…
C: Just because I will always love you.

S: I …
Both: Can’t help loving you
S: How Wonderful life is
Both: Now you are in the world

Sorry, I got distracted. How could you not when you have Ewan on the brain?

The love I’m talking about encompasses all it’s Googly forms …

love

 [luhv]

noun

1.

a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person.

2.

a feeling of warm personal attachment or deep affection, as for aparent, child, or friend.

3.

sexual passion or desire.

4.

a person toward whom love is felt; beloved person; sweetheart.

5.

(used in direct address as a term of endearment, affection, or the like):

“Would you like to see a movie, love?”

6.

a love affair; an intensely amorous incident; amour.

verb (used with object), loved, loving.

15.

to have love or affection for:

“All her pupils love her.”

16.

to have a profoundly tender, passionate affection for (another person).

17.

to have a strong liking for; take great pleasure in:

“to love music.”

18.

to need or require; benefit greatly from:

“Plants love sunlight.”

19.

to embrace and kiss (someone), as a lover.

Song of the day: The Triffids “Bury me deep in love”