MOOD | FED
To walk in love is to pay attention. The details matter. In the preparation of a meal, the ingredients are each important. And so, how the small moments of a day unfold are just as important. Love is how we feed one another and ourselves.
Today, for a single day each year, we think about all the ways love threads through our life. Can we see it for what it is? Is it possible to listen too intently? What do you think? Maybe just by asking these questions, we get to pay attention, to listen better and notice all the crazy and amazing layers of love in our life.
Today I am sharing a poem with you about how we feed one another, and that other beautiful thing which grows out of such things.
All my love, always.
Variety pack of 4 candles for $44.44 all week!
THE THIRD BODY
by Robert Bly
A man and a woman sit near each other, and they do
At this moment to be older, or younger, or born
In any other nation, or any other time, or any other
They are content to be where they are, talking or not
Their breaths together feed someone whom we do
The man sees the way his fingers move;
He sees her hands close around a book she hands to
They obey a third body that they share in common.
They have promised to love that body.
Age may come; parting may come; death will come!
A man and a woman sit near each other;
As they breathe they feed someone we do not know,
Someone we know of, whom we have never seen.