To listen with exquisite attention is a unique act of loving, never to happen again. Sacred
Love is not a noun. Nor a goal. Love is creating. Uniquely.
Do you think we mistake a broken ego for a broken heart?
There’s a phrase, “A knot in my chest.” It is not, “A knot in my heart.” Why?
I don’t know that the messiness of being human can be better summed up than in that four-letter word￼ that starts with F:)
A strange day of mixed messiness I see from my back porch while I sip. I see shadows, and the brightness of sunshine, but no blue sky. Lots of birds singing love songs to prospective mates, and a distant lawnmower’s soothing drone, human industry and imposition of neatness. Messy mix