LOVE

LOVE makes me cry. it's also why i live. it's why we all live. it is so, so powerful.

i have a friend who is like a shaman. i guess you could say the merging of any two energies, focuses, is shamanistic. we are taking what we have seen and loved and tried to understand and putting it together, seeing what our mutual focus and attention yields. with a given person, it can yield so much. it depends on what kind of meaning we want to share. maybe we will share jokes. maybe we will share our histories. maybe we will share our perceptions of other people, other people's histories, their engagements with the world and their sorrows.

we probably know we are constantly constructing meaning. we hope we like the meaning of what we construct. we try to. if we put enough love into our meanings, we assume their power will hold us. love's power does hold us. it shapes us, and it holds us. and we try to stay organized in its midst. pay the bills. love some more. stand back. reflect on what's been created. what we create. and the longer we go on, the more we learn to be grateful for the time.