On Massive Love

Our hearts deserve respect.

I was having a conversation with a friend, and then something amazing happened, and I dropped the story I was writing and wrote this instead. This story is about walking straight and doing things with “massive love.” It is about the fact that our dignity is smiled upon by the sprit world. It is about remembering that our heart’s desires are not nonsense, and that we are not alone. It is about not allowing any ghosts to whisper lies into our ears about how we are supposed to feed them and forget about ourselves. It is about the fact that love is valid because it comes from home.

We are not robots. Our hearts deserve respect.

I was born with all this love, and now I am remembering… 
I look at brokenness and dysfunction and see love, struggling to break out of a tight casket. 
I look at anger, and feel the tears of ancestors. 
I look around, and in all this awful havoc, I see an old child’s quest for the love that had been withheld. 
Trapped love, from horizon to horizon.
I have no idea wha…