Nothing But Love

I find social gatherings of more than a handful uncomfortable as there is so much I wish to say but hold back. We have little in common yet much to share. Time passes long before I draw breath.

I meet a beautiful ten day old baby. All is future. All is hope. A milestone.

I gaze at the newborn held gently in her mother's arms, eyes closed. She knows nothing but love.

Between One Moment and the Next

Interval: the space between.

I use the word 'time' often in this place of thoughts. I am bound by it. I cannot come to know without its travel, and yet things I come to know can also be unconstrained by time. Although my experience of love is from one moment to the next, love exists through the filaments I know and remember as the passing of my time. Perhaps I need time's interval to prevent my being overwhelmed.

Why I Act The Way I Do

I ponder more on those things that change the way I act:

The love I am given and see given. The love withheld from me. The love I give. The love I withhold.

Desire. My health. What I eat and drink. The shelter I enjoy. My effort in exercise and thought.

The money I and others have. The money I and others have not. What I own.

My time with nature. My time alone. My time with another. Art, music, words. All change the way I act.