Said it before and I’ll say it again with all my love just like my mom did many times, “people are no damn good”. Since Adam and Eve, we just can’t help ourselves. Sh*t happens. It is tempting to hermit away with the garden and thyself and prayer where solace is found. But that does not mean we should live like monks.
I am turning my Love radar up full blast. I am curious how many times I can detect it. Whether it is coming my way or an opportunity for my heart to gush a bit, I wonder how often this tenderness will prevail. It’s pretty heady already this morning. Hey, I actually don’t want to leave my home and friends and fam and BLAM (Be Like A Monk).
With All My Love
Feeling tired Somewhat uninspired Say "I feel love" Chip chip goes my pick Bless that inner critic Posture purely "I am love" Somber tones of gray Passion lost, a sad day Breathe "It is okay love" Your truth to endow Your purpose now Inhabit "life is love" Splash slip slurping Birds chirp chirping “Love you .. you .. you” Cool, humid, wild, wispy Spring fresh, Fall so crispy Every day “hugs of love” Propagate mindfulness See the tender regardless Embracing “I am loved” Cultivate noble and right Stepping in divine light Lovely “with all my love”
