A Loving Series

I oppressed this writing until my mind at its wits end last resort was to bully me. It gnawed at me prompt and consistent at 3am. I promised to make time. It said time was running out and knew well enough that I was more likely to falter on this promise. Writing and sharing a half baked idea of a series around love as a journey? Almost upsurd. Today where we share everything, seemed like another oversharing, yet the pull persisted. Bullied matter of fact. I overthought, perhaps for my future children to understand their mother in depth . Perhaps someone will learn to accept a version of their love. For there are many, and they will not see their own version so devastating. Maybe this process will declutter my own misconceptions, misunderstandings, and missed opportunities. Or it will be nothing. And that could be something. Maybe the world has too many "meaningings and somethings". What a refreshment to read and not feel the need to go into improvement mode. Uphill anything normal and beautiful of your own human journey.

This series centers my own experience and understanding of love. Love with myself. Love with others that I have encountered. How love has set a foundation, shifted and transitioned me, continously. In the past the word love triggered my eyes to roll out of their sockets, pop to the ground, roll along a soft bed of grass, until some fine person; who is not disgusted by cynicism or grass patched eyes, decided to pick them up, pop them back in their sockets and slightly readjusts them. Like visiting the optometrist office I would leave seeing the world a glint different. It's magical when you are not fighting or misunderstanding it. It's foreign when you dont recognize it. And painful when you abuse it. I owe this series to the many people who have walked into and out of my life. Helped me compass my own direction of love. Without them there would not be a single word to type. For this is a first for me. For those that decide to pop in and peek at my journey I wish you love in all its many facets. Understand that this a personal account of my own discoveries. There are tons of books with in depth research that should you have interest I encourage you to read.

These books are great for the mind to chew on. To consider. To hypothesize and ponder. To discuss. Most important to make intention on. Like many life demand's; love can only exist in relationship to something requiring contact with ourselves and others.