So I stumbled upon #freewrite and what a joyous idea it is. So here, unexpectedly, is my first 5 minute free write. Using today's prompt, which is feeling the love.
I'm new to this! Don't eat me for doing anything wrong :) Help me out!
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How can I but start on love but by knowing that this is going to come out religious?
But is that not okay? What is love but embracing. The embracing of people as they are, and, I suppose, I am rather religious.
For what is God if not Love? Or, even, what is Love, if not God?
With the 5 minutes ticking I halt on the regularity of my regular life and think, and in accordance with this prompt to feel. Do I feel love?
Is it not simply the case, that whenever I paused to feel, I felt love? It is only in the thick of the action, in the unrelenting rush of life, of staying alive, of doing everything one is obligated to do, that one feels ebb within one's veins the ugly pulses. Of anger, annoyance, despair, bitterness. The black lie that life is evil and existence is suffering.
But in stopping to feel, and reflect, am I not alive? Am I not, in the thick of the terrible misdeeds, of the evil thoughts, the selfishness, the failure of ethic, that even from here look too numerous to count over the course of even the past year - am I not forgiven?
This living, this world of beauty, these small happinesses allowed me even when I stoop to pick them up. This glorious, shining, grace.
Am I not feeling love?
