In a world where survival instincts preside, a parallel universe resides. Are-you-food-or-am-I-food black and white thinking spins practically on its own. Reflective, nuance-capable, gray-friendly thought reaps wondrous ripples as long as you practice throwing those
watery stones.
I have an intimate relationship with defense as modus operandi. I am not slow to apprehensiveness and given a wealth of causes for alarm, atop my safety-hampered history, caution is quite reasonable. But, when my un-checked imagination runs amok, fear keeps me stuck.
As all things grow from a tiny seed, my stance, my starting point, can, in part, be birthed and bolstered by my own sense of what’s possible, what I envision or recall, elect or believe, create or concede.
Where a whisper of perception and choice meets or averts a preemptive scream, I ask myself, in
every instance:
Which part do I want to play, now and here: love or fear?
How ’bout love, every day, I say: love, in every way…
love as a frame
love as an aim
love as a teeter-totter
a salve for fear, disappointment and shame
love as punctuator
love as a base
love as actuator
love as taste
love as host
love as a meal
love as key
to open what you feel
love as telescope
love as air
love as the rule
not the exception
everywhere
love as question
love as doubt
love as a traveler
exploring all about
love as temperature
a constant beat
love unlimited
love as a feat
love as a maze, love as a mountain, love as a freely accessible
fountain
love as protection
love as witness
love as a work-out for emotional
fitness
love as a friend
not yet named
love as our wild essence
never to be tamed
love as a sign, in a sea of trouble
a messenger that
reaches us
on the double
love as confection
love as need
love that grows
prolific as a weed
love as recognition in a strange land, love as ignition
love as a hand, love as your very own community band
love as a stride, love far and wide, love as a fierce and gentle tide
love as the earth, handled with constant care
love as currency, always shared
love as vision, clear as a bell
love as wisdom, deep as a well
love as hurt that knows how
to heal
love always out, never concealed
love as sky through a canopy of trees
love as you like
love as you please
love as stubborn as a decree
love as a look, an endless book
that reads you
[Text: Pamela Sackett Photos: Parrish Priest]