Love Abounds

I pretend I don’t believe in love. I pretend really hard to be a curmudgeon, and that I see with jaded eyes.  I pretend, but I’m not very good at it.

Somehow, instead, I survived with my sense of wonder intact. Somehow I still believe that the natural state of the human spirit is ecstatic wonder. And that I should settle for no less.

No, I don’t believe in love… unless I am in love with everyone.  And, yes, I am in love with everyone, a grain of sand in love with the sea, a star in love with the far arms of the Milky Way.

Happy Thanksgiving.

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