to feel your life pulsing

Love is the superstar virtue of virtues, and the most watered down word in the English language. I love this weather. I love your dress. And what we’ve done with the word, we’ve done with this thing- this possibility, this essential bond, this act. We’ve made it private, contained it in family, when its audacity is in its potential to cross tribal lines. We’ve fetishized it as romance, when its true measure is a quality of sustained, practical care. We’ve lived it as a feeling, when it is a way of being. It is the elemental experience we all desire and seek, most of our days, to give and receive.

The sliver of love’s potential that the Greeks separated out as eros is where we load so much of our desire, center so much of imagination about delight and despair, define so much of our sense of completions. There is the love the Greeks called filia- the love of friendship. There is the love they called agape- love as embodied compassion, expressions of kindness that might be given to a neighbor or a stranger. The Metta of the root Buddhist Pali tongue, “lovingkindness,” carries the nuance of benevolent, active interest in others known and unknown, and its cultivation begins with compassion towards oneself.

What is love? Answer the question through the story of your life.

~Krista Tippett

measuring up to the delightful ways of simplicity and day-to-day clarity…

inquiry for today~ and the touch that you find so sweet has been there all along……

all of these loves

May my hands be like the gentle wind,

caressing you with softness.

May my hair be like a blanket of spun gold,

keeping you warm.

May my tears be like oceans waves,

cleansing you of your burdens.

May my eyes be like galaxies,

bringing you owner and delight.

May my lips be like roses,

gently healing your wounds.

May my voice be like celestial music,

moving you to dance into eternity.

May my scent be like the fragrance of heaven,

enveloping you in sweetness.

May my face be like the sun,

giving you light and life.

May my heart be like. a lighthouse,

guiding you home.

May my soul be a place of worship,

so you may forever be with the very essence

of God.

~Marina Featherstone

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