Almost exactly a year ago, I posted my first story to this blog. Since that day, I have posted 62 other posts. I have had an outlet for story ideas, for travels, and for things I just wanted to talk about. I have had a place to say that I feel sad, but that it’s ok. I have had a place to talk about terror and happy times. I have had a place to share with friends.
Thank you for being a part of that.
The next year will see a lot of changes; we are looking for home, we are planning some travels over the next few months, and I’ve still got stories I want to tell.
I don’t know what the next year holds for sure, but I know you’ll hear about it here.
Love is such a difficult emotion to put a definition to. We love foods, or coffee. We love places, and books, and activities. We love individuals and groups and bands. We love our animals, and we love movies.
Our families and friends have our love and affection. We shower significant people with our love, or they cease to be significant in one form or another. But try to define what that feeling is. Butterflies in the stomach? A nervous look? These might be early love, but they certainly are not what relationships grow to become. There is the love of parents, the love we have for our children, and the love we have with our siblings. The love we have for our other halves. But none of these are the same.
Very often, we spend so much time trying to decide what love is, we forget that it is an emotion; a temorary state of being. That true love takes time to develop. But what if this feeling we call love, isn’t really love at all.
Everyone has this notion that love has to be the strongest emotion. That you can’t love someone you just met. That love must grow or develop. That it has to be a deeper insight into our souls. But what if love is just that: Love. Goodwill towards the rest of mankind. The positive side of the coin. What if Love is what happens when we find peace. The peace of our family and friends. Of our companions and our comforts. Our favorites things and places. What if Love, really is everywhere.
Because if you look, you will see it hiding in plain sight.
At the beginning of February I set a goal for myself; to post an additional entry on Sundays. I have, for the most part, been able to do just that. I’ve written a couple of times about the other projects that I have been working on, and those continue to grow. So for now, it is time to put this particular challenge away for a while. I will continue to post on Wednesdays, but this will be my last Sunday post for the next several weeks. If you have any feedback on the postings, please let me know!
I was hoping to post something real tonight, so I kept hoping that I would feel better. That hasn’t happened, so instead let’s just get to the recap.
A fine group of local musicians (that just happen to be awesome people, and damn good musicians) are getting ready to put out their second album. Please go check out Fialta, and support their second album through their Kickstarter if you can.
Speaking of fine groups of people, I just discovered the Free Hugs Project. This is a group just trying to bring a little love to the world. I think that’s something that we could all get behind.
Finally, I have had a couple of posts go up over the last week or so:
- Portland, about my recent trip to The Smallest Big City, Stumptown, Bridgetown, Portlandia, Land of 1,000 Nicknames. It was a great trip and we are already planning trip two.
- I also wrote about (not) living in terror, with Fear & Loathing in Brussels. Which brings us back to needing a little more love in the world.
So with that, I wish you all a good night, and good luck.
“Forgiveness is choosing to love.” -Gandhi