Leaves rustling in a breeze, branches reaching out above us, up to the sky, the laughter of innocent children telling giggly secrets about who knows what, the rain pounding against the windows, against the roof of a tent, while you’re huddled inside holding one another in warmth, or love, or joy, or gratitude, whilst thunder booms overhead showing it’s power, the will of little seedlings, saplings, weeds, and grass poking through the cement laid with force, but not the same determination, lovers holding hands down the lane as birds fly by singing carefree in the sky, a woman and her guitar belting out tunes that make chills run up and down my spine, poetry being read aloud and with conviction, a good book, a smooth cup of coffee, the silence of being alone, the loud chaos of a house filled with love and happiness, the heated intensity of peering into a lover’s eyes, into her soul, the electric touch as I slide my fingers across her skin, the delight in peekaboo with a tiny baby, a mind full of thoughts, or quietly pondering, filling with compassion, tears falling, moved by strangers, the sweet crunch of a juicy apple, a purring cat brushing against your leg, demanding the love it needs right now, because for a cat, when else is there? A child anxious for the destination; begging are we there yet? ARE WE THERE YET? When we’ve only just begun this journey, and really, is the destination even known? The blossoming flowers on the trees or on the ground, the fruit, the labor, the living, breathing, life-giving growing things that keep us, that feed us, that nurture our bodies, OUR bodies, the struggle, the triumph, the joys, the sorrows, the everyday moments that complete us, mudpies and movies and heartbreak and harmony, waves crashing against the shore and the birds diving down out past the surf, and birth, and strain, and pushing past that which we are comfortable with, breaking new ground to the unfound, uncharted territories of our hearts or of our heads or of the places around us and just being. Just listening. Helping. Wondering. Hoping. Feeling. Seeing. Truly hearing. Knowing. And Loving. Just simply loving. With all of your being through thick and thin, just loving. That’s my religion.
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