With grief, love moves from
being a noun to being a river.
Like the river, love does not
exist if it’s not in motion. We do not possess love as if it were a thing that can
be stored on the shelf. Love exists only in sharing. When we stop sharing love,
it goes away.
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Beautiful Mark. I will read that one a few times through. It has such deep and interwoven meaning and imagery.
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Sheryl
Thank you, Sheryl.
Delete"If you love me back"...
ReplyDeleteand if you don't love me back and hurt me, still ...
"I care for you with the love of hundreds who have cared for me"...
How pretty!
Thank you, Nati.
ReplyDeletebeautiful Mark, very moving.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Kelly.
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