Love is like sunlight

Tonight in Socrates Club we discussed Love.

There are many meanings of the word Love. Many interpretations. People use the word love to mean I really really like it. They use it to mean lust. They use it to be lazy. They use it as a blanket cover up . . . but these are all misuses of the word.

Love is one of those words that you grow into to learn the meaning of it. We know the meaning of it as a kitten. We understand without words, how to define it. And then we learn words and we create expectations. We hope that love is a teflon coat that will protect us from pain and feeling lost. We remember as kittens that feeling of love and try to cling to that feeling as adults--without realizing we are grasping so hard for love--that loves evades our grasp.

The wise--begin to learn by realizing you cannot grasp love and look at it closely and analyze it and bottle it and count on it being in stock at the grocery store. Love is. It is there like sunlight--hiding behind rain clouds. It is steady and warm. It is gentle and strong.

You cannot buy the sun--it is.
You cannot trap the sun--it is.
You cannot fear the sun will use itself up on your brothers . . . there is enough--more than enough for everyone.

It is a wave and a particle. It travels long distances without losing course. It is the source of all life. And it is.

Garbagebaggage

Sweeping under the rug doesn't work.
The rug gets a bump in it.

Stuffing it in a drawer doesn't work, the drawer gets stuck.

Pushing it in the garbage disposal causes it to explode.

It is best to take it out. Get rid of it.

Do it in the light of day--not in the darkness.

Do it with company--so you don't hold onto something that really needs to go.

We crave our individuality, our wild and special selves. We want to live our adventures. Be seen for our essences. Do not stop yourself from being visible, unusual or vivid. If that is who you are . . . live it.

We are made of star stuff

The socrates club was enjoying a few minutes of rare sunshine this cloudy winter and we got into a discussion of time, life, death and the corporal existance.

What is time? Is it really what we think of it as? 24 hours, 7 days a week? or is this merely an artist symbol of something entirely different?

Are we so wrapped up in trying to control or manipulate the symbol that we forget to ask what it really is? Does it matter if we really know what time is? Or is the utter truth that it cannot be known?

Is the meaning of life to realize that the realization that we are in the Now? That pleasure and happiness should be enjoyed without fear, anxiety and doubt--because it is in the NOW and it is more real than anything else you remember experiencing?

Is the meaning of life to realize that suffering in the NOW is only for an instant. That NOW does not last forever. That today's instant is not yesterday's instant. That the pain and heartache you feel in today's instant . . . will be gone--you can let it go.

More pain comes from remembering and fearing pain . . .than from the pain itself.

We miss happiness and peace of mind in the now . . . because we are trapped in the worry and anxiety and reliving of past pain.

Experiencing the now . . . today's 20 minutes of sunshine . . . to it's utter fullness--means forgetting that there were only 14 minutes of sunshine in December. It is forgetting that we may not see sunshine all of next week. It is living in the now. Absorbing the light. Feeling our energy, our life, our life source renew and recharge--as light fills us--we connect with ourselves in a very real way.

We are made of star stuff. So let us shine on.