I LOVE YOU!

I LOVE You!

 

🙏

 

I Love
…Life
I Love
…Death
I Love
…The Sun
I Love
…The Moon
I Love
….Light
I Love
…Darkness
I Love
…Sweet
I Love
….Sour
I Love
….Democrats
I Love
….Republicans
I Love
…Trump
I Love
…Clinton
I Love
….Gay
I Love
….Straight
I Love
….Black
I Love
….White
I Love
…Women
I Love
…Men
I Love
…Trans
I Love
…Immigrants
I Love
…Natives
I Love
…Winners
I Love
…Losers
I Love
…Sunshine
I Love
….Rain
I Love
…Roses
I Love
…Thorns
I Love
…The rich
I Love
…The poor
I Love
…The sinner
I Love
…The saint
I Love 
…The nun
I Love
…The whore
I Love
…Christians
I Love
…Atheists
I Love
…Buddhists
I Love
…Hindus
I Love
….Muslims
I Love
….Jews
I Love
…Priests
I Love
…Witches
I Love
…Millenials
I Love
….The elderly
I Love
…People
I Love
…Animals
I Love
…Flowers
I Love
…Oceans
I Love
…Trees
I Love

 

…The ocean breeze

I Love Me!

Love, the only energy there is.  Only a few days ago it was reported that a football player, possibly one of the dirtiest in the league, may have his career threatened due to concussions.  He may no longer be able to play due to compounded blows to the head.  And, while he may play outside the rules I cannot wish him harm.  I cannot say, “karma” because all I can see is not just him, but the collateral damage, which is his family.   Everyone has parents, and while I don’t know if he is married and has kids, but if he does, then they too will suffer from him not being able to make a living doing what he does.

Love, the only energy there is.  In this political environment, it is said that we are more divided than we have ever been before, which is a sad testament to history because there is a little thing called The Civil War not too mention have we not always been divided in our thinking?  So, while the circus has gotten crazier by the second someone professed that they wanted to see “Trump die”, to which I had to reflect back to only a few years back to when Obama was in office and I heard someone say that “Obama should be hung”.  What is the difference?  Matching hate with hate is never going to win, (and bombs never drop in a straight line, because there is always collateral damage), so just because someone may not coincide with the a belief system or is acting in ways that is misrepresentation of their position it does not mean that someone has to sit idly saying that is ok.  To the contrary, there is a time to stand and a time to sit (or kneel).  There is a time to fight and a time to retreat.  So, while the visceral cries that it is ok to call Hillary degrading names, and thinking that is ok, it is not.   Worse, professing that Trump is a child and in response calling him degrading names is the epitome of acting childlike, although that in itself is a disservice to children, because children we would punish for the same behavior.   And, yes, these are crazy times but there is a way to agree to disagree without needing to get nasty, because “an eye for an eye will only make the whole world blind.”

Love, the only energy there is.  The day after 9/11, in one of the darkest times of US history my neighbor came to me on the steps out front of my apartment where I asked where he was on the fateful day before.  He was traveling, but because of the mass hysteria, I got caught up in it because he was from Saudi Arabia.  The wave of fear screamed, “You can never be too careful” and that systematic discrimination is ok, and yet standing before me was a friend.  We played basketball together.  We hung out, and as we talked I realized something.  He did not over night change. It was I who did, but then I remembered who I was, and when he invited me to the mosque I accepted.   My kids and I not only went once, but we went back on many different occasions, although the initial time I sensed they were more scared of me than I was ever of them.  They shared horror stories of living during this time, and what they had to endure.   It was not long after when driving home from Miami, and bored, I turned on the AM radio to hear a preacher claim that we need to “kill all Muslims”.   It still gives me chills to think those words were actually broadcast.  And, only this week I was reading about the million and some Muslims held in captivity in camps in Russia when discovering that there was a strong sentiment, not an outrage, but rather that this practice should also be done here in the United States.   And, then I remembered all of the men, women, and children I became friends with while at the mosque. I recalled my former neighbor, Omar, who I spent hours with talking about everything and nothing at all. I saw them all not as Muslims, but as human beings.   I saw the love that they shared with me, so I can only reciprocate the same.

Love, the only energy there is.  When driving down the road, there is nothing more infuriating than the terrible drivers who are out there.   Driving on the shoulder while everyone else is stopped, honking insensibly, just to name a few.   Although one of them was a friend of mine whose husband had stomach cancer.  They could not afford the many times that they had to go to the hospital, so an ambulance was out of the question.  Instead, they would go by car necessitating they get their as quickly as possible.  So, when I hear someone being impatient, I never may know where they are going and how critical it is that they get to their destination.

Love, the only energy there is.  In December, I went to the tree lighting ceremony in West Palm.  While I could take or leave the ceremony itself, I was in awe by the diversity in age, in ethnicity, and I loved seeing so many people come together and get along, have a good time no matter where they are from or what their politics may be.   The same for when I went to a concert and saw 70 some year olds getting down, dancing the night away with kids right along side.   Everyone having a good time!

Love, the only energy there is.  Gossip travels at the speed of loose lips, and it matters not whose hips may be involved it seemingly gets attention because someone somewhere thinks that whatever someone is doing behind closed doors is acting immoral.  Yet, for as many times in the past when I have heard women talking negatively about the men in their lives it is equally as much men talking negatively about women.   The worst I hear is that all women from Boca are “bitches”, which begs to question how the imaginary line is drawn and how someone from Delray or Deerfield is somehow so much more angelic.  Or, if they cross over the line do they automatically turn to the dark side?

How about people are people.   Everyone has a bright side and a dark side.   Everyone has a story – good, bad and ugly about them self.   Everyone is doing the best they can, right?

No. Not in terms of pure potentiality, but in terms of the best they can with the resources they believe are available to them at any given moment in time.

Who am I to say?

The world, it has its share of problems.  Are they worse than ever, or is this merely a matter of continuation from then to now.  The only real difference is the 24/7 seven days a week scrutiny on everything and everyone.

Oh, yes, those journalists.  They too are “bad”, but then again I am one of them.  I write interviews, and a lot of them people may not only disagree but not like, or even like me because I write them.  So, be it.

I am not going to treat others based upon their reflection of me.  I am going to treat others how I want to be treated.  I am going to see no difference between the sane and insane, the sinner and the saint, men and women, rich and poor, democrats and republicans, the religious and the atheists, or…..

…..from me and you.

I LOVE You!

 

🙏
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