Unpacking my backpack.

I started writing this long post about Love. I didn’t really know where I was going with it. I think basically what I wanted to say is something like: we all want it because we all need it. Try living without it. And by Love I don’t mean some feeling or even some ideal.  I mean being seen and accepted and valued, with all our gaping, unsightly needs and wounds, in a concrete way that involves  having those needs met, or being offered the opportunity to learn how to meet to meet those needs ourselves. and the opportunity to exercise that knowledge in a way that doesn’t interfere with someone else meeting their own needs.

 

 

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