Love Is In The Air

Ain't love grand? Think of all the people you love and are loved by; parents, grandparents, cousins, children, sisters, brothers, aunts, spouses, friends and lovers. It warms the heart to love and be loved.

I've read on Facebook how people have disdain about how people chew their gum, dress their dogs, run, stop and smell the roses, worship, believe, carry or not carry a gun, support or battle abortion, and myriad other issues that plague us daily. Traffic anyone?

But love keeps churning. People love flowers, vintage cars, abandoned dogs, peppermint, yoga, knitting, reading. Movies anyone? Even Hitler loved his dog. We love things, people, ideas. Passion escapes and slews around like some mixed media performance art. And it's not just for humans.

My world is small, neutral. I admire passionate folk: people who boldly, regardless of consequences, release their passion to the universe. Passion moves the race forward, never mind if I agree or not, never mind if it's for better or worse, it's the energy that fuels the world. Low levels of passion equate with low levels of energy. Depth comes from passion. Is the depth of how much you hate equal to the depth of how much you love? It's worth pondering.

Now on to love:
Sandy, for love, is in Ireland scattering her father-in-law's ashes.
Jerry, for love, is traveling to California to participate in Janice's birthday.
Kathleen, for love, continues to work on her father's genealogy.
Kathleen, also for love, is glad her son is out of the Rangers and not in Mali.
Jean, for love, will drive her kiddo's to Hollywood.
Carol, for love, does a bit for everyone.
Ian received the gift of a town car ride to the airport Sunday morning from his company. He is traveling back to Orlando.
I received a Happy Lunar New Year from Bo.
Christian just loves Bo.
Jan just loves Connor.
Julia just loves hiking.
Jeff just loves.
Nora loves Harry Potter.
Andrew loves Werner Herzog.
Janice, for love, is hosting her 70th birthday party with me, Jean, Cathy, Brittany, Jerry, Jacquie, Dan, Benjamin, Julie, Danielle, Anita, Art and herself.

Love, love, love, what a mantra. Language can alter and change -- big deal, music can morph -- ebb and flow, but babies come the same way, as does love. Loves exudes exactly the same way.

And if you don't have love, please accept this cousin of love -- affection.

May your day be filled with more chocolate and less pumpernickel.