My heart has known so many different kinds of love this week:
Love of adventure. Love of greening trees and moon and stars and woods and daffodils. Love of friends. Love of calling and new colleagues and companions. Love of magic. Love of parents. Love of the miraculous. Love of children and answered prayers. Love of mystery and unanswered prayers.
Love of old geographic heart lines, even the ones that break you.
Love of crows and hawks.
Love of dogs. Love of saints. Love of dogs named after saints who I share a name with. Love of carvings of saints who remind me of other humans at first glance. Love of food I didn't have to cook. Love of craft rooms and collage. Love of songs that were meant for you, sung straight to your spirit.
Love of technology supporting community. Love of ancestors. Love of sushi. Love of dreaming Big Dreams. Love of old lake cottages with creaky floors.
Love of hope.
Love of those estranged from me. Love of the dream of reconciliation.
Love of bridges for each to cross on their own.
Love of Courage.
This warms and fills my heart. Thank you for sharing, friend.