Love is not a noun. Nor a goal. Love is creating. Uniquely.
Author Archives: Neil Durso
Tug at my heart
Do you think we mistake a broken ego for a broken heart?
Knots
There’s a phrase, “A knot in my chest.” It is not, “A knot in my heart.” Why?
Fear
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:)
Partly cloudy
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
Dark Night of the Soul (6) – Dad & His Family. Ours
Whom shall I love? “Whichever one needs it most in the moment.” For she or he is the Christface set before me.
Feel with Neil 