Crazy Little Thing Called Love
Dear friend,
It’s not crazy to love.
We can love the mess we find ourselves in as the path we were following leads to a fork in the road. Which way now?
We can love the lost, confused parts, our tattered, patchworked self; slipping through half-frozen fingers, blowing every which way in the wild wind.
There’s no real protection to be found in condemnation of ourselves or others.
Only love will do.
At least a moment counting our blessings, which are many.
Even in this dark hour.
The one before the dawn.
Longing for the first rays of light.
We must open our eyes if we are to see.
A phoenix rising beyond the curve of the world.
Till tomorrow
Love
Mikey