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Love in living color…

Photo:  David Clode
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A picture of LOVE…

Dog, Human, Connectedness, Friendship

Photo:  Pixabay

Almost all parents want to protect their children from harm…

Photo:  Spenser Sembrat
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The chicklets were out today, chirping songs of peace and love…

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These are dolls the chicklets made for those who were recovering in the hospital. They always have a supply on hand. They are packing some of them up, to send to those who need love in the Ukraine. They said people, of all ages, should hug the dolls and feel loved. Chicklet Marie said she knew it wasn’t much, but it was the best they could do at the moment.

XOXO

Photo:  Debby Hudson
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Love…and neon…

Love, Romance, Rose, Red, Neon, Lights

most people
think they know
what LOVE means
but the definition
is different for
everyone
LOVE
is a loaded word
it comes with
a lot of
expectations
emotions
catches
and baggage
we can LOVE
a lot of things
there are  different
degrees of LOVE
some people fear it
others spend their
lives looking for it
now and then
someone finds it
one can have it
lose it
or have it taken away
songs
books
films
are all about LOVE
LOVE can be easy
or complicated
it can be exciting
and it can disappear
it’s a weird thing
driven by our brains
usually
without our consent
but it is what it is
in all it’s flavors
we love those we love
in ways that are different
for each one
we love our cats
our books
our pizza
our gardens
our kids
our tea
we can love everything
because when it comes to
LOVE
ONCE SIZE FITS ALL

Some things just need a little light and love to flourish…

Men, Emptiness, Soul, Flowers, Openness

Photo:  Pixabay

Short story about love…

“It’s an in-between day,” she said.  “Not quite winter, but not the end of fall either.  It’s raw, cold and dark…as if Mother Nature can’t make up Her mind which season she wants to give us.”

He squeezed her hand.  “Do you love me?”

“Sure.”

“How do you know?”

“Long answer?” she asked.

“Okay,” .

“Love can’t really be explained,” she said.  “We don’t have the words to say what it’s like.  It’s the same as death.  If someone you love dies, there are no words to describe the true ripping out of your heart.  When people say their lives are never the same, they mean it.  Love’s just like that.  There are no index cards in our brain’s library that have answer to those kinds of things.  And no one knows what you’re talking about if you try and tell them, since love feels different to each of us.  Words can’t express what we feel, unless it’s superficial.   Love makes the world come alive, it alters our perception.  It rewrites the world in which we exist.  Love and death change everything.”

“Life is complicated,” he said, sighing loudly.  “It can be really good, or really bad.”

“True but you can fight life and win.”

“Seriously?” he laughed.  “How?”

“By standing up to it.”

“And how, exactly, does one stand up to life?  Life isn’t a physical thing. Life is like air.”

“You stand up to it the way you’d stand up to any bully.  You punch it in the face and never back down.  You keep going and never show fear, or….”

“Life can kill you,” he said.

“So?  That’s not the worse thing it can do.  Isn’t it worse to just bow down and accept the stuff that it throws at you?”

“At least you’d be alive.”

“But wouldn’t you hate yourself for being a coward?”

“Uh, honestly?  I’d probably be happy just to be alive,” he said.  “Not too worried about the other stuff.  And do you believe that life is out to get us?  Do you think it has intent and is looking for a fight?”

“That’s not the point,” she said.

“I think it is.  Things just happen.  It’s not as if life is keeping score and handing out detention slips.”

“Do you know that for a fact?”  she asked.

“Are there any facts?”

“No, there are not,” she said, looking at him.  “I think we should break up.”

“What?  Why?”

“This us as a couple thing, isn’t working for me.”

“It was working for you an hour ago.”

“That was then.”

“Do you want to think about it?”

“No, but thank you.”

“Is it because I don’t want to fight life?”

“Maybe.  I’m not sure.”

“Can we still be friends?” he asked.

“I don’t see why not,” she said.

“Seems weird.  I kind of planned my entire future around you.”

“Something shifted and I see you, and I see me.  I do not see us.  I’m sorry,” she said.

“Don’t worry about it,” he said.  “I’m actually heartbroken, but don’t feel bad.”

She laughed, and punched him.

“Want to go to home?” he asked.

“Okay.  Just keep in mind that we’re not a couple anymore.”

“Right,” he said.  “Pizza?”

“I’ll call ahead.”

“So to clarify this situation,” he said, “just to be clear.  Basically nothing in our relationship has changed, except that we aren’t a couple?”

“Yes.  Did you want to change anything else?”

He just laughed and put his arm around her.  “Not a single thing,” he said.

“Let’s watch Elf while we eat, okay?”

“Sure,” he said.  “I love it when he jumps on the tree.”

“I guess I’ll be looking for an apartment tomorrow.”

“No rush,” he said, kissing her nose.  “Take your time.”

“Thanks.”

“Not a problem.  You might as well stay until Christmas is over.”

“It’s only a few days away.  And I can start looking things up on line.”

“I think there’s an apartment for rent in my building.”

“Too close.”

“Can’t hurt to look at it.”

“I guess,” she said.  “I think you’re just trying to keep me.”

“You’re as free as a bird,” he said, kissing her, again.  “No strings.”

“You’re a terrible liar.”

“Am not.”

“Are too.”

“Do you want pineapple on your pizza?” he asked.

“Do pigs fly?”

“Only at night, when no one is looking.”

“Well,” she said, “in that case, yes.”

 

 

Photo:  Brad Fickelen
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Alice…a short story about love.

Girl, Umbrella, Rain, Wet, Raining

Ever since she was a child, Alice loved the rain.  As she grew older, she would run to the window and press her face against the glass, trying to get a close to the drops as she possibly could.  Her parents thought she was adorable and expected her to  outgrow her passion for those stormy days very soon.

But Alice didn’t outgrow her passion for stormy days.  Instead she talked to the storm and to the raindrops falling on her.  She held out her hand to catch the rain, turned her face to the sky and laughed, as the water washed over her.

One stormy day, Alice realized that wherever she went, it was raining.  She could see the sun shining on the other side of the street, but it was pouring where she was standing.   That’s when she realized that her love for rain was being reciprocated.  She loved the rain…and the rain had fallen in love with her as well.

 

Photo:  Pixabay

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