Love does not have to be extraordinary. Moreover, love shouldn’t be extraordinary, at least not most of the time. Love should consist of neutral tones in both color and sound. Nearly boring, and definitely commonplace.
Love should be something we aren’t surprised to feel.
There’s more, of course. Love that’s bigger, deeper, expansive and bright. It’s something I keep thinking I understand until it sneaks up on me and blows the doors off my prior perceptions.
Love keeps knocking me on my ass.
The rare purity of this kind of love is, I think, only possible when I am feeling the mid-tone sine wave of the day-to-day.
There’s a reason I’ve been signing my posts the same way since 2005. There’s a reason I have “even you” tattooed on my arm.
There’s a reason I love you.
Love to all. Even you.