Deep peace of the quiet earth to you. 

Don’t eat live worms (but know you would).

June 15, 2016

 

Unconditional love is pretty easy to define, really. Those of you with children get it instantly, for some of us it's animals, plants, family, BFFs, whatever. But we know what it is--we've all felt it. Perhaps we experience it most profoundly when someone we love without end does something to really piss us off. So we don't like them for a day or a week or a year. But we love them. We love them so much that the period of non-liking hurts like the dickens. 

 

That's the beauty of unconditional love--love WITHOUT conditions. Every major religion, belief system, moral code has something to do with this sort of love. I like to call it tolerance. Equanimity. Every creature's right to exist. Your hatred/fear/confusion/disgust has nothing to do with my right to be here, my right to love and be loved. 

 

Why would we ever want to stop another creature from loving? It's silly, really, these lines we draw. Like, I (personally) can't stand the color orange. It hurts me, in my brain. But it's my sister's favorite color--am I going to compromise the love I have for my favorite person in this world? No, because that would be silly. Am I going to convince her to like blue instead, because it's more comfortable for me? 

 

Again, besides being silly, if you knew my sister, you know that's just all kinds of impossible.

 

So, tolerance, my doves. Take that love-for-your-sister-even-though... and transplant it into the garden of your life. Water it, cultivate it, and then sit in that garden. Look at the world through its screen, and love everything in view unconditionally. When you travel, carry fruit from this garden. Love everything in view of this fruit unconditionally. 

 

One love. One garden. 

 

 

 

 

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