There are many ways to love. Showing sincere interest in another is one. To pour yourself into their cup and fill it with listen, care, concern. To look as if in all the world there is nothing else to see. Seems so simple, doesn’t cost a dime, yet one would think that to give of this is to give of gold such the hoarding. Or perhaps there is confusion in the way we confuse the beauty of a sunset with just another sunset, always to come as if we were immortal and our god-given right was to the eternal movement of the universe. And like a young child, each day, to, for or from our neglect or acknowledgement, that beauty is there--whether we are or not.
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Sometimes I think we listen to our music with more care and attention than to the loved ones in our lives.
Good point, Tree, good point.
Thx Snow! :-)
Very well said and so true, sigh. Both are true, I think, sometimes in combination, sometimes by exclusion, the hoarding and the mistake - so much waste, and missed opportunity. If only each of us, all, could bask. Eternal.
Thanks Autumn. :-)
Using the word "hoarding" to describe not giving time and attention was interesting.
Have a wonderful weekend Tree.
Jen, so good to see you stopping by. Been a long time. Hope and trust all is well with you and the family. Likewise, wishing you a wonderful weekend. :-)
We do that indeed. Also true about the cacophony...
Thanks for the comment Mona. Always a pleasure to see you stopping by. :-)
one of the most beautiful posts i have ever read - EVER.
Thank you Roxana. Your comment is deeply appreciated. Hugs to you. :-)
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