Apr
19
2009
Love Is The Only Thing That Matters
Author: siggyI still never forgot the passage from Proverbs in the bible, which states and this is a paraphrase: it is better to have a meal with others where much love is displayed and the pickings are thin, than to have a feast where very little love is exhibited. Of course, the passage stated this much more succinctly.
Everyone has been in a crowd and felt very lonely for he/she did not have one genuine connection with anyone. Love matters. It always does. It dispels fear, worry.
How many people have moved to a strange, unfamiliar area because they knew one person. One person is all it takes to dispel loneliness and give you the courage to venture out into foreign territory.
Our mate ought to be a helpmate, your best friend, your only lover. Yet if she/he is the only one it places too much pressure on that person. It is better to have a network set up of friends–others who also love you too.
The well which you draw from to love others is endless. Love is infinite. The more you can give the more you have. And it comes back ten fold. It is the only thing that matters. When everything is stripped from you that is all that is left: love. It is the only thing that matters in life.
There are many very lonely millionaires out there who have discovered: money can’t buy happiness. The best part about it is love is free. So give it away. You will never be disappointed.


My twenty year old daughter observed, “You are not too old for you can still play basketball.” Basketball is a game I have loved all my life. There still is something esthetically pleasing to me about being able to shoot a basketball through the hoop. If I can do it without touching the rim, it is even better.
There is a small creek in the back–most of the time just a trickle. You never know when a box turtle will appear. We also saw wonderfully orange colored salamanders at least twice. Rabbits play in the undergrowth.
I do not know exactly what lives there but I am always expectant when I peer out my kitchen window wondering what will come along next. It is out of my control. That is the way I want it. This is one plot of land that will grow wild. I rejoice in it.
Within a mile a family has chickens, goats, and horses. I love seeing the baby goats when they are so tiny.
I now have to view the land from their standpoint, change my perspective. It is too easy to become blind to your surroundings. Somehow I need to lift the veil that has grown in front of me and again see the beauty around me.
I get so absorbed in the beginning of the day I simply do not notice the birds coming to my feeders. In the first few hours I am waking up. I really do not know what happens to me the first hours of the morning.
Last year at the end of the season I accidentally discovered a gigantic patch of blackberries I did not know was there. I was trying to reach some berries and had gone further into the woods than I had ever gone and there it was. I will have to fight my way through a wall of briers but I will have more blackberries than I can ever pick. This time I will freeze some and give away more pies. Of course my wife will have to bake them.