Last night my 6 year old asked me, “What created the universe?” Before I could answer he said, “I think love created the universe.” I thought wow, what a question on the way home from an energetic Science Night at school. And then again, he asked my opinion. Damn. I couldn’t even answer because my mind was whirling. From common answers, to loving his answer, to science, to hope, to innocence and LOVE. He continued on by giving me examples of love and kindness towards each other and animals. I’ll take it. Yes, love created the universe. So we must love. And have compassion in our hearts just like these little ones. A child will lead the way.
It has been far too a time since our last correspondence. A malady of little peril has finally lifted our household. I speak of this only to offer a reckoning so you do not hold me in contempt or believe that I do not care. For I do. I find myself writing today in the mere hopes you will find forgiveness in your heart. For it was but yesterday we were taking a stroll to the north through the gardens and we came upon the most impressive of wild cherry. And I felt I certainly must write. It was neither impressive in height nor stature but in the amount of sweet honeybees that graced its delicate blossoms. What a joyous sight. We could have stared in wonder for half a day and I dare say it would have felt no time at all. Only to be disrupted by a single mallard flying past low against the water. So we carried on. I wish you well and that this finds you in good spirits, with lightness of heart and fierce determination like those adored honeybees.
I read a news article recently and my first thought response was “I don’t understand the hate, but I do understand the love.” It was a personal account of extreme prejudice. But it was also about the love, support and compassion not only the local community but the global community offered.
I already published this post with only the following three sentences:
I need to be aware. I need to love. And I love us.
This is because I don’t like writing about negativity. It takes my heart to a low place and there is enough of this. It might not be in our personal lives but we are all-to-aware of the atrocities. I’m new to writing and expressing myself in a public forum and am timid when it comes to sharing. I’m also accepting of this part of myself. When I think about it, like this morning watching the sunrise without my cup of coffee but with my camera, I feel I do need to convey where these thoughts are coming from. Not for my audience (because my readership is under 20, thank you friends for those of you who read!) but for myself. For the present and for the future.
There are loving people. We have the joy of coming across them every single day. And that is what we stay love is about.
Diversity is key.
This was taken at the NC Zoo in front of the “bug park” beside the kidzone. It’s referring to biological diversity in insects and their habitats but it’s a given we as humans need it as well. Respect. Don’t squish the ladybird beetle.