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"The best things in life aren't things."
Today Sybil ____________
Today Ella ____________
Today I ____________
2. Escape reality for 15 minutes each day by writing about whatever I find inspiring, soothing, what I would like my world to be like
Tomorrow I want to ____________
trees. I really do. And all plants, their poetry and color and texture. Their stature and shape, and their interplay. And how they change, and grow, and respond to the world, and overcome (seem to) obstacles, squeezing themselves into cracks in sidewalks or happening upon a clogged gutter or sailing down the river and managing to grasp a log or a rock or something, and setting down roots and blossoming up and turning toward the sun with a smiling good morning. I love how they fill up space and ask for more, and how their roots grow upon themselves until they are given an opportunity, and then they set out searching again. I love them for their quiet persistence and extravagant eloquence. Their stubby shortness and their reed-like skinniness. Their colors, their poofiness, their fuzziness, their shinyness… Oh! I love them for showing me how to grow and for teaching me how to support growth, and how to fathom it and let it go. Basking in it. I love them for showing me steadfastness and sneakiness and showiness and loneliness. I love them for getting all together and creating fields and forests and green. And for teaching me how to breathe; in fact, for making it possible for me to breathe. I love them for giving me breath and for showing me that we’re connected.
And I love my worm bin, too. Because it’s so cool – the cycle of life in there, in my kitchen scraps, watching waste become rich soil that feeds the plants that feed me.
I love to vote. I love to go to the public library, and ride the bus. I don’t know why. All these cheesy civic things.
I love the sounds of the bells of the church near my grandparents house in Manhattan Beach, California.
I love the ocean, the lapping foaminess of the night-colored sea. I love the saltiness and the chaos and the rhythm. The power. I love the creatures who live within it and on its edges.
And I love the ocean in its warmth and simplicity, its dazzle-shine-blue and happy shores. The warm sun, the swimmable sea. Surf.
I love my mother… though I am feeling far away from her right now. I love her at the same time I realize how little I know her.
I love my son… I just love him. It is a satisfying, simple love and it is a shocking, complicated love.
I love Rom. I just love him, too. This love is a core love, something that was so right and so deep almost immediately that is seems like it has always been a part of me. I don’t know how this happened. I feel lucky. It is a lucky love, a profound love, hard work and fun.
I love … people. I really do. I feel honored to be a person among people. I try to remember this. I try to maintain respect and connection.
I think of love and I think of the four types of loves in Buddhism:
© 2004 Stacy M. Lewis
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