Love

Originally posted on my Wordpress blog 04.26.2021

I love finding my way back to something.

I love when art makes me cry.

I love the color blue.

I love seeing the first hint of eastern blue in the mirror of a clear  dawn sky.

I love the light that peeks over the edge of the world.

I love the amber of the moment.

I love being held by arms that can't hold.

I love that anything can happen in a dream.

I love that threads will hold you up.

I love that  stillness will bring you down.

I love to read novels, newspapers, Twitter feeds, and greeting cards.

I love to listen to TedTalks, lectures, talk show hosts, and rambling words from old men in the park.

I love how love changes everything.

I love what you can find  when you are willing to go off the path from time to time.

I love being in love with Lin-Manuel Miranda, Trevor Noah, and John Krasinski.

I love that sometimes, when you scream into the void, someone hears you.

I love the new and the novel, the shiny bauble that you hold with such excitement and  anticipation.

I love the old, the familiar, the good friend who might be a little worn on the edges, a little gray, but who is solid and true and real.

I love finding the heart of the matter.

I love puffy white clouds against a deep blue sky on a fresh April day.

I love April.

I love shadows in the sky.  I love them even when they take away the sunshine.

I love the small pleasures.  All the small  pleasures.

I love the soft pull that reminds me of the heart to heart threads of the universe.

I love the buoyant calmness of watching the breath slide up and down.

I love the idea of guardian angels. I don't necessarily own the idea, but I love it.

I love the possibility of an open mind. I love that all visions can be seen when the mind is open and the world can be viewed with shiny eyes.

I love shiny eyes.

I love little kid eyes especially when I find them in a grown up.

I love the invisible delights, the connection that fills the air when kindness says hello.

I love to build memories just to have someplace to go.

I love passion in all its costumes, uniforms, and disguises.  I love when passion marries vulnerability and the real is born.

I love when I am so excited about written words that I can't own the words to describe it.

I love sitting at the edge of the ocean.

I love the shimmer of the sun on water, shiny and soul cleaning.

I love the conversations in my head or, at least, I love them when I am not hating them.

I love New York City and I love Yosemite.

I love the mystery and the magic of life. I love the surprises that are born of that union, even when the surprises are scary.

I love that girl who dressed in white and tried so hard to grow up so fast.  She fell.  But she got back up again and she flew.

I love authors who are wise and who see and tell the truth.

I love Art and Fear and Dark Nights of the Soul.

I love to decipher the connections between the seen and the unseen.

I love my scars, the visible ones and the invisible ones.

I love the memory of the moment when turquoise and orange created silent awe.

I love the music of the night.

I love the one who longs for more.

I love the magic of hope.

I love Paul Simon's  powerful pulsing of love in the veins.

I love the times when I dare myself to be open to what will be.

 

****This was inspired by the poem Love by Alex Dimitrov.  You can read his original version and more in his latest book of poetry: https://www.coppercanyonpress.org/books/love-and-other-poems-by-alex-dimitrov/