Sending love is where it’s at. The allure is of zero material or overly thematic concern how you dole out your proceeds. But, SHEESH, are most of us surely hoping to put a lot of grief in the rearview mirror! Another one is biting the dust ~ a year that is. If you’re like me, there’s the idea that there’s not enough chocolate, champagne, massages, fireworks, flirty video calls, or cheerleading that can quite capture the hurrah for ushering out the tragedies. Packed with effusive innuendos, fantasies, and designs of faith, I’m having a hard time trying not to get too far ahead of myself for our next flit around the sun. What has run off with my emotions in the happiest of ways, versus the detonation of destructive elaboration these pandemic months have maniacally managed, has been the simplicity of sharing sweet something’s. The slayful compensation to chaos is how easy we can go with our gracious gestures.
The greatest gift you can give another is the purity of your attention. ~Richard Moss
I felt a friend stressing from their current lack of sleep. So, I dove through a few slices of imagery I snapped during a recent sublimely successful whale-watching excursion to send with a frolicsome anecdote of encouragement. The span it’s taken me to shake the sea salt from my hair and plop at my laptop to corral these thoughts, I did laps around my makeshift altar and keepsakes pinboard-style-box configuration in my adoring ohana isolation rental. In nine months, a cadre of darling individuals has helped fill this place with notable creations. I’ve laid items all about me to stimulate my senses. Furthermore, I’ve stuffed my tech landscape with varied party favors. Lively nuggets of iTunes voicemails loved ones have left for me across my duration. Texts I’ve archived that are grandly vital for my psyche. Whenever I’m flatlining, the joy of hearing or seeing love touches can soothe me.
When I can’t safely jump in my car or hop a plane to arrive at your doorstep to use your skin as a cubbyhole for the bottled-up hugs and kisses radiating inside of me, your cozy card’s “X’s” and “O’s” mend some of the distance. Similarly, those late-night stares singing along with you to songs you wrote have peppered any piles of bullshit as if a finely filleted gourmand was afoot. Jaw-dropping impact doesn’t have to cost a fortune. All the same, if you have monetary resources to give toward things that require an exchange of wealth please do. Some people fell into this life game setup financially. The majority plays the middle ground of earning and spending; needing and receiving rewards if lucky. Throughout our narrative we have to navigate, I know not one soul lacking the ability to affect positivity on at least one other human. Let’s choose to be the ones who are appreciated for upholding good choices.
Spreading chipperness among the disheveled energy of everyday to global crisis is a personal pacing mechanism. Yet, I believe we each carry these moral fibers. How much you exude yours (or not) is up to you. That story you should have told when someone was standing in the zone of the living, well let it occupy cyberspace as a sentiment for the family. You might find you’re prone to pass out swaths of congeniality sooner when artificially inseminated by edibles under a solstice. Others can regularly consume raw expressions of vehement amour without crude ounces of broken hearts as sore as rubbing against cement. The effort to efface the armies of nefarious means enrolls all sorts of unconventional weaponry. As long as we’ve got masses of mortals messing within our vicinity, I think we owe it to everyone to grow the wealth… of passion for being pleased and pleasing, that is.
Love is not a ration. There are no limitations, expiration dates, nor any quota with love. We don’t have to plan a lengthy journey and bleed our bank accounts to build an indelible mark of love upon the soil of spirit. Love doesn’t count calories. You can only gain the weight of charitable caring when you commit to loving every day. I dare us to be outrageous in our actions of where we’ll meet love to welcome her in. Why, you’ll delight yourself posting mail, painting rocks, doing someone’s dishes, cramming their fridge with prepared dinners, or entertaining them with careful compliments. Equally, you may lend legendary laps fanning their funny bones, freezing any frosty fusses, and lifting endless admiration bubbles into their aura. Remember that why you accept the joy of seeking to bend another’s world a little brighter is that you’re only ever able to fully enjoy such shine if you’re already lit up yourself. Identify your fire!
May we all look forward to what will happen next because we’re so solid in our support of one another.