i love the depths of hearts.
i love the collision of lives being shared.
i love the discovery of ones own gifts and passions.
i love the releasing of tears and pain as if to feel you can breathe again.
i love learning and understanding the character of those around me.
i love feeling small in the midst of something greather than myself.
i love questions that remain unanswered, as if to remind us that some answers are beyond ourselves.
i love being challenged in my thoughts and semi-sheltered experiences to embrace the new, unseen, unspoken, and unknown pieces of the world around me.
i love hugs and the assurance of love they bring.
i love music and lyrics that can depict your heart into words.
i love laughter that makes you curl up and ache because some moments are just that funny.
i love knowing and seeing glimpses of love beyond myself.
i love simplicity.
and i love the complexity of this life.
for there is much to be known. much to be questioned. much yet to be discovered. much to continue growing within. much to be changed and rearranged. much to be loved. and much yet to be lived.
you and i are alive.
1 comment:
...and kicking. Alive and kicking. I wonder where that expression came from?
"Hey look, it's a goat Billy-Bob!"
"How dooya know Rusty? Looks kinda dead."
"Billy-Bob, as long as something's kicking it's still alive, and prolly a goat."
"Well, that one's alive and kicking! Let's cook us up some goat!"
Probably nothing like that, at all. Only people named Rusty and "Blake" would ever talk like that anyhow. :)
Well, anyways, what I really mean to say is, I'm glad you're alive. I'm even more glad you feel challenged to live the life you've been given to it's fullest capacity, and I hope that challenge greets you continually through life.
Please don't name your son Rusty.
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