I’m sitting in the Gent Sint-Pieters train station.  These young women walked by as I was heading to a chair.  Moments before, the hand of the one on the left was nestled in her friend’s arm … so the three moved as one.  I smiled at the simple love I saw.

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Yesterday morning I woke up with these words:

What if it’s all love? … No matter what

And the thought has stayed.

What if we’re all enveloped in the same cloud … of love?  Perhaps it’s the air we breathe, unknowingly.

Maybe we bathe in it, luxuriate, as we move through our day.  We walk graciously, we rush ahead, we stumble … and still the droplets of love drift down.

We’re peaceful, angry, sad, bubbly and hurt.  We’re stubborn, relaxed, friendly and unfriendly.

And still the glow touches our forehead

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I wonder