Spring, summer, fall, or winter.

It can happen anytime any place.

At a singular moment in time, you have somehow separated yourself from your fear.

Either consciously or not.

That moment in time, that gap, that space will give you a different perspective.

Fear will be diminished.

The volume on your life lowered just enough.

Just enough to hear, maybe for the first time in your life, the voice.

The voice of love.

Everyone will hear something different tailored to their life experience.

But there is a commonality.

A unification of purpose to this voice of love.

It is the meaning of life.

It is the meaning of your life, my life, the stranger’s life.

Of all life in the universe.

To grow.

Some ideas are complicated, to be sure.

That’s why many complex ideas that can’t be reduced down to a few words are told in stories.

To grow, a seed needs to land on ground into which it can sink its roots.

Living in a hard world where fear rules, the seed will not grow; the wind will blow it away.

Its purpose lost, forgotten, unfulfilled.

Love recognizes the uneven texture of life’s experience.

Love understands there is no uniformity.

Love bridges the gap, it reaches for the stars, it holds both the innocent and the convicted in its grasp.

Love rules with compassion.

Isn’t that something worth your time?

Peace

Daniel J Frey, aka Toby