Love

Spread it like butter on toast.

Let it melt from your hands and ooze into the cracks of your

voice.

Let it stick to the things you touch, like honey clinging to honeycomb.

Let it flutter like a butterfly in a turquoise sky, emanating with each flapping of its wings.

Let it hover like the fog on a humid and rainy day ; heavy, hazy, blurry.

Let it float like the fluffy cotton clouds, idly passing by.

Let it rise and fall like the button of your belly.

Breath by breath.

Let it warm your sore throat, like hot tea traveling through your veins.

Healing.

Like the fire blazing in your chimney, golden oranges and yellows sporadically sprouting through,

With each

crackle

                             the fire

                                           Grows,

                                                          and the heat

                                                                                      Spreads.

Love.

It should be simple.

(But it isn’t.)

At once, let it permeate in everything you do.

Like the vibrant pink hues of the rising sun seep through the early day.

Like the gentle breeze of spring air lightly caresses your hairs.

Like the ebb and flow of the ocean’s waves, at once advancing and receding upon the dampened sand.

It is everywhere.

Ethereal.

Love.

Lists & Similarities.

Lists. I write them everyday. For everything. Some may call this habit an obsession. I call it organization. Ok, no I'm kidding but seriously lists seem to be the only thing that keeps me feeling organized and stable. Maybe it's a bad coping mechanism, but I can't help it. It reassures me to write things down.

I touched a little bit upon this on my previous post, but I thought about it again when my yoga teacher admitted she, too, wrote lists, and loved them. She explained the satisfaction she received from crossing things OFF the list. SAME, I thought, SAME. And then she said that she would sometimes do something, and if it wasn't on her list, she would add it to the list, to then just cross it off. I do that too!! And the I thought well, aren't we more similar than we think? Aren't we all just trying to navigate life in whatever way we think is best? I know I am. And yes I’m not quite an “adult” yet (or whatever that entails), but I still have my struggles. Like we all do, no?

I always thought that I was so weird for doing something like that, with the lists. But looks like I'm not alone :) we're never alone. We just need to open up and talk to each other. To connect. To bond. To relate. Doesn’t it just feel better to do that?

Let me know your thoughts ;)