Max Igan defined love as “not fear.” So often what we call love is based in fear. Fear if loss. Fear of rejection. Fear of losing that which “completes” us or makes life “worthwhile. ” I’m thinking all of this is not love because it is based in need or some sense of lack. Or perhaps it is love in the sense that one may “love” heroin. It is based in dependency. I’m thinking I can not truely love someone unless I don’t need them in a clingy or dependent fashion. In order to even begin to love I must first know and accept and love myself. I’m thinking that I will always love my neighbor as myself. The quality of my love for others is predicated on my love for me. I think 🙂
Love is hard while I listen to external sources. Learning to turn down the noise is helpful, but solitary work. When I work outside alone for hours, I feel balanced without fear. Winter is hard. I need to build a snow fort outside, or roll snowballs… Happy Winter Dear Plato!
Hey Darlin. I keep a piece of you with me all the time. The smaller Plato casting lives on my hip on in my pocket. I drilled a small hole and attached it with leather to the keys I carry. I remember you often. You can see it on some of the videos. Love
That makes me smile. Be well!
“As long as we’re rejecting ourselves and causing harm to our bodies and minds, there’s no point in talking about loving and accepting others.”
THICH NHAT HANH
GENESIS
Each moment
Realisation
Of a dream
Yet unborn
At least until this moment
As God breathes once more
Max Igan defined love as “not fear.” So often what we call love is based in fear. Fear if loss. Fear of rejection. Fear of losing that which “completes” us or makes life “worthwhile. ” I’m thinking all of this is not love because it is based in need or some sense of lack. Or perhaps it is love in the sense that one may “love” heroin. It is based in dependency. I’m thinking I can not truely love someone unless I don’t need them in a clingy or dependent fashion. In order to even begin to love I must first know and accept and love myself. I’m thinking that I will always love my neighbor as myself. The quality of my love for others is predicated on my love for me. I think 🙂
Love is hard while I listen to external sources. Learning to turn down the noise is helpful, but solitary work. When I work outside alone for hours, I feel balanced without fear. Winter is hard. I need to build a snow fort outside, or roll snowballs… Happy Winter Dear Plato!
Hey Darlin. I keep a piece of you with me all the time. The smaller Plato casting lives on my hip on in my pocket. I drilled a small hole and attached it with leather to the keys I carry. I remember you often. You can see it on some of the videos. Love
That makes me smile. Be well!
“As long as we’re rejecting ourselves and causing harm to our bodies and minds, there’s no point in talking about loving and accepting others.”
THICH NHAT HANH
GENESIS
Each moment
Realisation
Of a dream
Yet unborn
At least until this moment
As God breathes once more
– https://bennaga.wordpress.com/2017/11/19/genesis-19b/
Nice!