I was always a little suspicious when someone said there were only 5 love languages. After some years of gathering, here are some additions that I have found with my wife and family:
- writing/singing jolly love songs by the water with s’mores
- texting rude or risque memes
- sitting on them
- farting in the other room (not while sitting on them)
- youthful deep-esophageal belching
- saying anything in a British accent
- peppering them with questions, frequently yes/no questions
- telling a person to drive safely, wear your seat belt, keep your shoes on, and call me when you get there
- making chicken sounds
- hurting, pinching, pummeling, biting, tickling
- telling them they are a dork, etc.
- playing footsie under the covers (a form of sign language)
- enduring the agony of listening to them describe a dream
- eating food for them (food that they want but know they shouldn’t eat)
- watching (another) sci-fi series with them on Netflix
- not saying a damn thing for a while
Not all classical music contains moments of sublimity, but when they do, there is something that aligns perfectly with something in the soul, a suspension, a discord, that resolves in a divine perfection.
Tchaikovsky’s Sacred Choral Music is that way for me. I didn’t even know he wrote sacred music. Most people love the Nutcracker Suite, Swan Lake and Romeo and Juliet, and his 1st Piano Concierto. But these 9 Sacred Choral pieces are magical. I became addicted and couldn’t stop listening to them over and over.
The second recommendation is Gabriel Fauré’s Requiem in D Minor. Unlike the previous, these are set to music. Fauré was an organist so it figures prominently. I love especially the final movement, In Paradisium, which you may recognize.
This one also contains those resolutions that the aesthetic sense finds so satisfying.
Enjoy, and leave me a comment if you find them lovely, or if you want to recommend something to me.