Love has no agenda …

Ten years ago (but my husband remembers), I turned the light out and started to climb into bed when I felt something moving around near my ear. Shrieking, I asked Sam (who was already snug in bed) to turn the light back on. My distress escalated, and I found myself screaming, begging him to please hurry.
When he got to me, I was cupping my ear. As I let go of it, I released a small flying insect. “Why didn’t you just shoo it away?” asked Sam.

At that, I started to cry. And he could see I was upset. Then, we both got back in bed; as we snuggled, I continued to cry and fell asleep.

The next morning, I remembered what happened. And, with a sheepish grin, I said to him, “I wonder if I had some traumatic experience with an insect when I was a little girl.” Clearly (to both of us, I’m sure) I had overreacted.

It was later that day when I realized what actually transpired. For sure, I was startled by the insect and felt helpless in the dark. But when Sam responded with obvious nonchalance to my distress, I lost it and started crying.… More

For years I’ve said, “I have the tenacity of a weed.” And this morning, it occurred to me that I also bear good fruit. Made me smile. … More

When it seems like the people in my life fall short, it’s because I feel inadequate.

When I feel good about myself, I can accept others as they are (even if I move on without them). … More

As long as we respond in love—to anything—we remain true to ourselves. And nothing can hurt us.

It’s when we get scared and let impatience, guilt, obligation, doubt, judgment, expectation, or blame in, that we also let pain and misery in.

Choose love. … More

Express the love within.

Give it a voice, hands, and feet. Let it heal the sick, feed the poor, mend the broken hearted, and free those imprisoned by fear.

Let it be the answer to what ever the problem is. … More

My husband Sam and I have this thing we do. No, it’s not graphic, or even private. Still it’s very personal. We call it “leg.”

We like to watch movies and chill together. We snack in our movie chairs; but when we’re not snacking, we move to the backless sofa, where we can lie down side by side. One of us moves first and motions for the other one. Lying down with each other, we can cross legs; and when we do, everything else disappears.

Sam is blessed with beautiful skin; and his thighs weigh about twice as much as mine do, they’re strong and muscular. But it’s not about that. Somehow when we cross legs, I take possession of his leg. It’s my leg. And my leg is his leg.

We meld. We are reinforced, refueled. We get an immediate second wind. We’re home, we’re in heaven. And all is right with the world.

Maybe your own personal rituals come to mind, rituals that are routine, but transcend the routine. They’re not sex, but they are oneness. And they deserve to be savored as sacred. They require only a desire and willingness to be present enough to merge.… More