“I never saw a discontented tree. They grip the ground as though they liked it, and though fast rooted they travel about as far as we do. They go wandering forth in all directions with every wind, going and coming like ourselves, traveling with us around the sun two million miles a day, and through space heaven knows how fast and far!”
– John Muir
“The simple truth is that love is a part of who we are, not something that others “give” to us if we’re worthy of it. We’re taught that if we just find that right person, and that person “falls in love” with us, everything will be fine. We’re not taught about recognizing the love that is a part of our spirits, the love that we radiate when we recognize the beauty and need in all the people that surround us. Love is ours to share, at all moments and in all situations, but for some reason we fear doing so.”
– Tom Walsh
Period. No exceptions.
I can’t say I’m familiar with that old saying, “Love your neighbor. Except Jim Bob who owns three guns, worshipers at the local mosque, and Kim’s girlfriend.” But all too often this seems to be how the world runs.
‘Tis the season for love…
- except for those folks over there who look different than me.
- except for the blacks, the whites, the Mexicans, or the illegals.
- except for the Muslims, the Jews, the Hindus, the atheists, the Christians, or the heathens.
- except for the Republicans, the Democrats, the political activists, the apolitical, or “those people who f*cked it up for everyone else.”
- except for the lesbians, gays, bisexuals, transgenders, transsexuals, queers, intersex, or asexuals.
‘Tis the season for love.