Last night, I leave my hockey team
to their
misery
and instead ask my son, if he wants to watch
a movie
my son, a devoted movie aficionado
makes the choice
and so, last night I finally watch
Roberto Benigni’s Life is Beautiful
it has been on my radar for some time
and even though I do love them
I don’t make enough time for movies
and you might know, just how heartbreakingly wonderful
I found it to be
I could hardly decide who I was in love with more
Roberto/Guido or the innocence of
that gorgeous little boy Giosue(Joshua)
the love of a man and father
who above all, uses humour, the great gift of his own imagination
and love
to protect his son from unimaginable atrocities
yesterday as well, I read words of love
from a great friend
in honour of Trans Awareness
and again the love of a father, for his
son
touched me, just as deeply
today,
I
am blethering out thoughts
in
word form
if for any reason this needs repeating…
at the centre of me
I am Love
not sure if one would say I am holy
(not even sure what that would mean)
certainly would not say I was
pure
but I am Love, and I know this
I can feel it in every touch and
every heartbreak
every joy and every sadness
I can feel it at my core
always
so far, possibly I cannot tell you any great
meaning for my life
but I can tell you, I am here
for this
to love,
to be love, to feel love
and to give love
(*whispers softly in your ear…
and you are too)
most often,
in the simplest ways
that
I
can
I do indeed
love you
be well ♥