For most of my life, I felt loveless and misunderstood. The issue wasn’t why I had no love in my life but whether I could generate love and understand myself. Love is a profound gift; it makes me feel fantastic, and the people around me often pick that up. True love is like that. Loving one person fully opens the door to learn to love and be loved by others. It is contagious; it spreads.
It felt like an empty cup filled with something beautiful and uplifting in the heat. I felt light. I knew that once I thought I could love—Maria taught me that—I could do it immediately. When I opened to it, it happened. I didn’t have to wait. The old cliche is true: Love is better than power, fame, money, or success. It is success. Fear and anger melt away over time. Rage and hate do none of the things that love does.
These are the last Calla photos (until tomorrow, at least) that I’ll focus on. These yellow ones took me over, and they are beginning to weaken. I have bulbs coming for the Spring, and my friend Sue at the Cambridge Florist is always looking for more. In the summer, I can grow my own in the garden bed. I have never been tired of taking these photos. They inspire me. It’s a kind of life that makes me feel wonderful. This week made me really love the Spring.
