I found a paragraph in my hand-written journal from last month that seemed perfect for today. It is about the first man I loved in my life - my father - but I think it applies to loving many people.
Before this paragraph were some comments about what was not perfect, written like a daughter trying to understand her parents, especially a father now gone. And then was this:
...but he did love us. And that's what matters most. In the end, all those things you hated. Your criticisms. Your painful feelings and your fears of somewhere deep down inside being somehow the same as the parts you don't like. It all disappears. And you end up just knowing that person really loved you. And that is enough.
You might also notice a new blog look today. It goes with my new web site. The new web site now matches perfectly the thing I most loved doing out of everything I tried during the first three years of my own business. It's not the same love I had for my father or other people in my life now, but it is a love - and a priveledge - to do work from the heart, too.
Happy Valentine's Day!
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