Day 2418: Love what you see

These days, it can be difficult to love what you see, despite your best intentions to do so.

Yesterday, in the midst of seeing too much

• injustice,
• harsh judgment,
• insensitivity,
• insecurity,
• greed,
• violence,
• pain,
• suffering,
• cruelty,
• hurtful actions,
• thoughtlessness,
• loss,
• lies,
• close-mindedness,
• emptiness, and
• crises,

I practiced the skill of loving what I see.

Do you love what you see here?

 

I loved seeing that giant baby head at Boston’s Museum of Fine Arts yesterday and I also loved seeing Michael ask my son Aaron if he thought the rest of that baby was underground.

I do not love seeing or saying goodbyes ….

… but I will be saying goodbye to Boston and Michael tonight and hello to Edinburgh (which I love) tomorrow. I’m sure I’ll love what I see in Edinburgh.

Do you love what you see in this song?

I love what I see in your comments, so please leave one below.

I hope you love the gratitude you see, here and now.

Day 2409: Hard to describe

It’s hard to describe

• what’s going on in the world,
• what’s going on inside,
• values,
• moods,
• feelings,
• body experiences,
• what you’re thinking,
• what other people are thinking,
• what’s important,
• love,
• hope,
• grief,
• conflict,
• connection,
• anxiety,
• depression,
• stress,
• problems,
• solutions,
• the past,
• the future,
• the present, and
• many other things.

And yet, I try to describe what’s hard to describe here, every day, with words and pictures.

It’s hard to describe how much it helps me to

• blog,
• eat healthy meals prepared with love, and
• look for what’s beautiful in the world.

Here‘s “How Hard to Describe What I Am” by 13th-century Persian poet Rumi:

What’s hard to describe, for you?  I hope you describe it in a comment, below.

The depths of my gratitude for all who help me create these posts and all who read them (including you) may be hard to describe, but here goes:

Day 2408: How many lives do we have?

How many lives do we have?

I assume each of us has only one life.  So what do we each want to do with our one, precious life?  What do we want to do to preserve the precious, one life of others?

This past weekend in the USA too too many people lost their one lives because of gun violence. I am going to spend the rest of my one life doing whatever I can to stop the madness of such easy access to assault weapons — weapons designed to end as many lives as possible as quickly as possible.

This weekend, when so many lives were lost,  I spent my one life with those I love doing what I love — the priority for every single day of my one precious life.

How many photos do we have?

Because I don’t have nine lives,  I don’t smoke and I try to live healthy.   I owe it to myself and to those who love me.

When I search YouTube for “How Many Lives Do We Have?” I find this:

How many thoughts and feelings do you have, here and now?  I look forward to reading every one of my readers’ comments.

How much gratitude do I have for those who helped me create this post and for you?