Love is a beautiful thing…filled with joy and passion…never boring…often lyrical…
and made up of not one…but of a large array of miracles.
One of those miracles is, at this moment, one I’ve been thinking of…
it’s how love is universal…but there is no universal way to love.
How we can love another person, black white, Catholic,, Muslim…gay…
because we never know where our love will land
when it’s our heart that leads the way.
How we can love the mountains, an animal, a sunset, a walk along the beach, an early morning breeze…
How we can love a flower, a tree, eating ice cream, or a pizza with double cheese.
But I wonder as I sit here counting love in her sizes large and small…
if, perhaps, the most intriguing miracle….is how love begins at all.
It’s as if we’re born with seeds implanted deep within our heart
where they remain dormant …lying low…
until such a time, for whatever reason, they begin to grow.
Oftentimes we can pinpoint when love begins…
the why and how we may never know.
It happens to all mothers…when they feel their seed of love begin to grow
Sometimes it’s as simple as when two eyes meet across a crowded room
that awakens a seed within each heart allowing love to bloom.
Sometimes it’s a laugh, a smile, the way they touch your hand…
sometime you’re unaware what it is creating this feeling in your heart…
you never knew was there.
If we’re lucky in life a few seeds take root…again why…nobody knows…
If we’re truly blessed those few seeds…into a garden grows.
Because the more flowers in our garden…the easier it is to face the day
when one of those flowers dies…or another fades away
So here’s a Christmas wish for you…
the end of the thought I was first thinking of…
May you experience in your life …
all the miracles of love.
May those seeds of love planted within your heart all those years ago
continue to be awakened…
continue to blossom…
continue to grow.
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