I am being "swallowed up" by our grandson Luca. He was so much fun last night, running on fumes (very little naptime yesterday) and dancing and "singing" around the living room. He let me hold him a few times which is major progress. Our first baby-sitting gig went quite well.
Today is the one-year anniversary of my sister-in-law Sue's sudden passing. That was a lot of love leaving the planet. She is sorely missed.
Feelings were rather discouraged in our house growing up, despite the fact that there was a huge emotional undertow active all the time. There was plenty of love, misguided though it may have been. Loving is a complex process. I don't think any of us humans get it perfectly, but we keep coming back to try.
I close with these words by Ilia Delio from her work Compassion: Living in the Spirit of St. Francis:
We have the capacity to heal this earth of its divisions, its wars, its violence, and its hatreds. This capacity is the love within us to suffer with another and to love the other without reward. Love that transcends the ego is love that heals. When we lose ourselves for the sake of love, we shall find ourselves capable of real love.
May each of us be a healing presence,
|Plant life at our son's home|