One Way

Did anyone notice that in one of the pictures above, of a street in the evening in Philadelphia, that there are one way signs pointing towards each other?
How to find the way?
Meditation, not meditation.
Vegetarian, steak lover.
I don’t think we can label each other like that. Too limiting, leaves too many people out. Let’s talk about all that much later. After we do the thing that people don’t like doing; you’ve got to love everyone. Actively.
I’m talkin’ to me, I’m talkin’ to you. I’m talking to people at Unity, keeping secrets with me about each other. I’m talking to the people who use to drink beer with me pre-death and don’t comment on here because they don’t know what all of this is now.
It’s a choice to be loving to everyone. When does our ability to keep making this choice end? Because the quality of our lives hang in the balance.
But don’t we just hate how other people are?
Sounds like a drag, what’s it going to take?
What if the other person’s a real psycho?
Or the nice version, “well they just don’t know.”
Oh I do love them, from far away.
Emotional safety.
Physical safety.
People want to find “the way” and the only way is your way.
You’re beautiful. So if you’re not being beautiful you’re not being the way.
Willingness.
Nothing is too big or too much. Nothing.
Death, a place of all your capabilities. Life a place of limitations?
If you knew that you were going to die today, wouldn’t you be exceptionally loving? And so on this death anniversary don’t even talk about George Bush until your family and friends feel exceptionally loved by you.

and maybe George too…..