For the love...

For the love of a tree..
She went out on a limb.

For the love of the sea..
She rocked the boat.

For the love of the earth..
She dug deeper.

For the love of community..
She mended fences.

For the love of the stars..
She let her light shine.

For the love of spirit..
She nurtured her soul.

For the love of a good time..
She sowed seeds of happiness.

For the love of the Goddess..
She drew down the moon.

For the love of nature..
She made compost.

For the love of a good meal..
She gave thanks.

For the love of family..
She reconciled differences.

For the love of creativity..
She entertained new possibilities.

For the love of her enemies..
She suspended judgment.

For the love of herself..
She acknowledged her worth.
And the world was richer for her.

"For the Love of the World"
~ Charlotte Tall Mountain

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So many times, I forget the richness of love, and also I forget my capacity for it. There is a resounding truth in this collection of carefully chosen words.

Love Honey Love

My husband is like honey.
Made to sweeten other things.
Made to stick around.
Golden, reflective, visceral, delectable, impeachable!

He is powerful and quiet. He leads by example.
He rarely speaks words that deconstruct;
always finding a way to value what is there for whatever it can be.

He is not cynical, he is open and awake. He is kind; the kindest heart.
Proud like his father, but softer. His humility is one of his finest garments.

Generous and jovial in his disposition with others
- and interested, curious, easy to connect with.

His passion is being fastidiously dedicated to bringing his family happiness, laughter, and peace. And then having the desire, composure, and energy to spend his time with all of his family, immediate and extended.

Hard-working, able in mind and body, and independently motivated to get involved in the world around him, and make an honest living. He's handsome enough to keep a woman on her feet, but loyal enough to enjoy the ride.

He operates simply, but has lots of intricacies that make him the one and only him.

The way he likes to do favors for his loved ones without them knowing about it, just to see if he can get away with a secret blessing.

The way he whispers at night, and knows how to use his body in various amazing ways.

The crystalline depths that sparkle in his eye if you catch him in the just the right proverbial light.

He sees as deeply as you can see into him, but he does not ever impose.

His values are sound and strong.

He lives his blessing, in all of his brokenness.

There are many things in life one needs to "take with a grain of salt"...

...I am one of those things.

That isn't to say you should view me with skepticism; I can't help but be as authentic and honest as they come. But wit? You'll need that. That's how I get by being forced to exist in my own head, anyways. And that's how I get by without my eyes and ears bleeding all over the place from what I see and hear in this nutty world we live in. Wit is essential. It's not easy being so undeniably scintillating, so excruciatingly logical, so naturally rational! ;)

I am not a fan of, nor do I intend to live my life with disclaimers for the sensitive. But I will say this:

Compassion is a rare commodity, even in those who espouse "tolerance" as a way of life. I live my life walking a brilliant but fine balance between my eyeballs popping out of my head in utter shock at the stupidity I see around me, and the intrinsic understanding that our differences are what makes this walk through humanity so colorful and so challenging. Although I may have or vent frustrations about a certain behavior I've witnessed, or a school of thought that exasperates me, I am always aware that I am just as iniquitous as the next guy, and that I need to offer compassion, understanding, and love as much as I need it.

We are all in this together. We are all created equal.

Now that we have that out of the way - onward to reflections of the most common absurdities I've ever seen.