I’m a very lucky guy. There is hardly a day that goes by that I don’t fall a little bit in love. Sometimes it gets kind of mixed up with desire, but most of the time not. Some days it happens a lot.
I have the very pleasant experience of opening my heart and someone rushes in. It seems to happen when I notice someone walking onto the bus, and I pay attention to them in a special way. They appear to be truly there, right in front of me. And suddenly they are part of me. Sometimes they linger there. Sometimes I think they can see me, but most of the time they don’t. But they are still part of me, whether they know it or not.
Most often, these men and women are what you might call unsavory. Sometimes they are delightful. Nevertheless, my heart does not get full with them. Rather it seems light, airy and full of energy. The space expands to take all entrants.
This also happens with plants. I’m a lucky gardener.
When I fall in love a little, and as time goes by I realize that who I have fallen in love with is not who my imagination wants. I may have fallen in love with myself. Kip