In January, I chose “Love” as my word for the year. Six months in, here’s what it’s been teaching me in poetry and practice.
Today’s Poem
Love Is written by Kellion Knibb
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Love is the freedom we forget how to be. Wherever we go, faithful or lost, it finds us still in the company we keep. Love is a tool— a softness strong enough to undo a millennia of hardness that left us fractured, desolate in heart. Love is a feeling contained only by the lies we tell ourselves to hush the ringing; the call to a life our spirit aches to live. Love is the silence between two too afraid to name it, the hush that falls before vulnerability. It floats on the quiet deeds of kindness, a slow-burning flame, a simmering of fearful desire. Love is a teacher— a call to patience, to surrender, reaching past the walls we build around our longing, toward what we crave but fear to receive. Love is the breacher of fences, the bridge between our yearning to be touched and our fear of being truly seen.
Six months into 2025, I’m pausing to reflect on my word of the year: Love.
The word came to me in late 2024, during a season marked by family, friendship, and a sense of softness. I didn’t just want to feel love, I wanted to live it. And this year, I’ve been learning how. Here are three lessons that have stayed with me:
Love is giving:
Giving more of myself
Giving vulnerability, trust, and hope
Giving away fear and choosing courage because every true lover must be brave
Giving my talents, which I’ve done through this space: Growing n Musing.
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Love is radical acceptance of life, as it is.
I've stopped forcing outcomes in my career, my relationships, and my health.
I'm learning to let things be, and in that space... love blooms.
Love is presence.
Most recently, love has meant presence. I noticed how rushed I’ve become, even in small things, like walking through the city.
So I’ve slowed down, literally. I’m walking slower. Breathing deeper. Making space to feel the love already here.
Love, as I’m learning, is not just a feeling. It’s a rhythm. A choice.
A pace I’m practicing every day.
What’s your word for the year—and how is it shaping you?
Here’s to giving more, loving slower, and living deeper.
— Kellion
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