Just Love

I have a love/hate relationship with marketable quotes.

You know, those pithy signs you find in the decor section of stores.

I love to read them and so many strike a chord, change my outlook or make me smile. Other times I get comically cranky about the whole industry.

Like when I snapped a picture of the one shown above. On one hand the words instruct you to collect moments not things; a very wise instruction. On the other hand, you are being asked to shell out $21.97 to collect a thing, rather than a moment. Shouldn’t you just tuck the sentiment in the memory bank and leave the thing on the shelf? (FYI I came within a gnats eyebrow of putting this one in my cart before taking the message to heart and deciding to snap a picture of it instead. I don’t need any more things).

Depending on my mood, I can get downright defensive.

Be Calm.

Don’t Worry. Be Happy.

Stay in the Moment.

Live, Laugh and Love.

Just Breathe.

Relax.

I start to feel like I am being peppered with unsolicited advice until I’m like, DON’T YOU TELL ME WHAT TO DO! Who ARE these people with all these smug quotes and instructions who think they hold the answer to my head? You don’t know my head. You don’t have a clue. You can take your chalk paint and barn-boards and stuff them right where…and that’s when I realize I really need to breathe. And relax. Be Calm. And so forth.

At times it seems a tad ambitious to sum up and solve all our problems with a one line instruction beautifully painted on a piece of barn wood.

And yet…that is exactly what I want.

An infallible one line instruction to guide me through life.

It’s a human head and soul thing. You can go back over two thousand years and there you have the disciples of Jesus begging Him for The One Instruction. He tells them parable after parable after parable, but they still keep hammering away at him. Tell us, tell us, what should we do?

Finally he sums the whole shebang up by saying “You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul, and with all your mind. This is the great and foremost commandment. The second is like it, “You shall love your neighbor as yourself.”

That’s it.

That’s all there is to it.

Love.

Simply love.

Not judgement, finger-pointing, condemnation, preaching, ridiculing, bullying, punishing or rampant posting of nasty comments in the below section.

Just love.

Just.

Love.

Maybe I’ll paint that on a piece of wood and hang it on my wall.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Puzzle of Life

So I got an email from Kijiji just now with the subject line “What type of Dad do you have?” and in my head I replied, “A dead one” which I meant to be darkly humorous, but no sooner had I thought it than I felt my eyes well up and my chest cave in.

What IS that space inside your chest?

It’s enormous.

It is bottomless even.

No one talks much about it, but we all have it.

This spectacular space we walk around with inside of us.

What is going on exactly when it crumples inward with grief?

Or expands with that euphoric joy that comes when you are really kind to a stranger or when you forgive someone after holding a crazy grudge for way too long.

Some say that is where God lives.

I was raised agnostic but whenever I have contemplated a God and dared to ask “So…are you there?” I feel that same joyful sensation.

It’s like a cosmic reply.

In that space.

In my chest.

Maybe that space is sort of like a puzzle piece that each of us holds inside us. Like a playing card no one but God can see. We spend our life shaping it, polishing it, colouring it in with our experiences and then when we die…snap! We become locked into a giant picture that is being patiently created one piece, one life, at a time.

When we’re all finished here and there’s no one left to die, the very last piece gets snapped into place, and bam! We will be able to step back and see the whole picture of what this crazy life was all about.

The Meaning. For ages 0 and up. 250 billion pieces.

There’s crazier theories.

I know for sure that my parents were part of the whole that made up our family picture. And if they are now also part of some greater picture, whatever their puzzle piece represents, it will be something wonderful.

Because that’s what type of Dad-and Mom-we had.