Love has no agenda …

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Saturday walk in the woods … I stop to climb a tree. Sam gets ahead of me. We both take this in stride; it’s what we do. As a attempt to dismount the tree, though, the climb down is slower than the climb up. It’s all I can manage, but I do it. Now, Sam’s way ahead of me. And as I approach a fork in the path, I don’t know which way to go. We’re both familiar with my sense of direction.

Then, I spy Sam, up ahead and around the corner. He’s hiding behind a tree! I continue walking, and Sam makes his way around the tree, still hiding, and trying to remain unseen. I laugh, and laugh, and laugh … more than I have laughed in a long time. When I finally reach him, we’re both laughing so hard that we’re wetting our pants. Well, one of us is (no worries, I carry tissue in the woods). He explains that he left tracks for me. On the way back, he even points them out. This is going to make me laugh for a very long time.

Don’t be afraid to lose your way. Carry tissue, watch for tracks, and beware the angels.… More

My Christmas banner: the gift is love!
Anything tangible is a token of that love …
or our ego.

Wishing you your most loving Christmas ever!… More

Learn to love yourself the way you wish somebody would have loved you … the way you may still be wishing somebody would. You go first. And somebody else will show up!… More

From a reader: “It’s almost Christmas, and unless I fall madly in love in the next couple weeks, I’m going to be alone for the holidays. I’m in hot pursuit of mistletoe!”

Now and again — usually around the holidays, friends getting married and company parties — we get motivated (mostly by our egos and what people think) to find a sweetheart pronto. No problem. Infatuation only needs a few seconds. And, it tastes like a bite of heaven.

Somebody finds us irresistible and quickly develops an insatiable appetite for us. They are interested in every word we have to say, aware of every little movement we make and want to spend every waking moment with us. Finally, somebody recognizes us in all of our glory!

Well, sort of. What they really see is their own salvation. We all have this innate, albeit mostly unconscious, longing to return to the paradise of the womb, where we are connected to both our mothers and the ultimate source, our needs are seamlessly met, nobody’s picking on us and everybody loves us.

Infatuation seems to make everything OK; it gives us somebody to warm up with in the cold, somebody to call when the plane’s late, and somebody to love us when nobody else does … somebody to love us even when we don’t love ourselves.… More