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May: On Love
May 22
Today's reflection was inspired by a quote from Ursula K. Le Guin's book The Lathe of Heaven.
Is love some carved, painted statue meant to sit dusty in a museum of your life? Of course not. Just as it is not something you purchase, or something that just appears one day.
It has an origin . . . like a seed. It is a complex, living, breathing, and fragile thing that needs constant nurturing and attention, like a garden that sprouts from that seed—or making bread from scratch. It requires time and sacrifice and care and patience and understanding. It demands from you the capacity to nurture, to give, and to receive.
Provide this attention and care and others will look at you and think, Damn, they make it look easy. But you’ll know the truth.
By Eastin DeVernaMay: On Love
May 22
Today's reflection was inspired by a quote from Ursula K. Le Guin's book The Lathe of Heaven.
Is love some carved, painted statue meant to sit dusty in a museum of your life? Of course not. Just as it is not something you purchase, or something that just appears one day.
It has an origin . . . like a seed. It is a complex, living, breathing, and fragile thing that needs constant nurturing and attention, like a garden that sprouts from that seed—or making bread from scratch. It requires time and sacrifice and care and patience and understanding. It demands from you the capacity to nurture, to give, and to receive.
Provide this attention and care and others will look at you and think, Damn, they make it look easy. But you’ll know the truth.