Human speech is like a cracked kettle on which we tap crude rhythms for bears to dance to, while longing to make music that will melt the stars.
But we can love. In any way we can, however cracked or crude our speech and rhythm.
Love everything. Love everyone. While they are still here. While you are still here. Love every animal. This may be the only time you have together. Love yourself. You are a beautiful and perfectly flawed expression of the Divine All. Love this moment. It will never come again. Love your pain. It’s the feeling of being alive. Love the opportunity this day offers to all of us to wake up. Let us all wake up and love. Today.
Today I will put down my phone long enough to look someone in the eye and say hello. I will listen to a friend rather than to my thoughts about what she is saying. I will touch a tree, a flower, a stone. I will let go of my opinions that I might hear the voice of love within.