Archival goodie. . .
I write stuff that can be seen by the public. This has its risks and rewards. I don’t care too much about either of those things. But I am noticing a trend. Maybe I am just waking up from a long sleep or finally surrendering my ancient cloak of denial. But I am noticing things about love.
First of all, I am tired of people using the word carelessly. “I love that new shade of orchid paint.” “I love men with beards.” “I love you”. This word is so necessary. But so over used. Maybe that is a good thing. And what are my choices? “The way you look tonight gives me an abundance of positive feelings.” “I feel so many different positive emotions about my new grand child, I cannot begin to put it into words.” To the rescue: “I love her.”
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