2011–2016Jan 27, 2011: Contentment: Old and Boring? I don’t know! When I think about people I love, I care, and I smile, and it’s nice and easy and light. But sometimes, just sitting, maybe looking away from myself, or at a candle on a windowsill against the rain…love pours out of my heart for someone and taking my breath with it, bangs against my sternum trying to fill the room, find my love, and engulf them until they know, know in every cell of their body, that they are loved. Not necessarily loved by me, but through me, from wherever love comes in the first place. It sure warms me on its way; that’s what makes me think of light.
I first thought like that when I was up late, writing, ‘my time’, kids all in bed. It was raining and the rain streaked down against the window glass, doublin
