do it, be it, live it with love

I needed to see this today, and I can bet I am not alone.

Excerpt from the film, Angel-A, written and directed by Luc Besson.

My friend Bradley Olsen shared the video. He is a beautiful writer as well as a psychotherapist with a “particular interest in Jungian Analytical Psychology and Mythological Studies“. He wrote: This is what’s missing in our culture right now; genuine, deep, frightening, painful, vulnerable love. Love of others and of self. I’m afraid we’ve mistaken narcissism and inflated egos for genuine love. What a lovely film clip.

Our culture is in a sad state. A boy died at the university where I work yesterday. He was shot and killed by another boy. I wrote this to a friend: At first when I heard the news I went into a spin about how kids are being turned into numbers/consumers who are taught how to be automatons trained to produce and consume in a disconnected world rather than human beings who are [loving] creative critical thinkers – and how maybe that is why there is so much more violence on campuses (and in general in this country).

This disconnect really comes down to love. It is this simple beautiful thing that is taught out of us, starved, beaten, bankrupted, neglected, withheld, smothered, abused, sexualized, homogenized, marginalized, advertised, commercialized, trivialized, sterilized, dehumanized out of us.

We have to stop hiding it. We have to let love out so we can let love back in.

Giving and receiving love is our birthright.

Thanks so much for reading and viewing.

Have a beautiful, peaceful, love-filled day (and life)!

Holly

I took this photo a few weeks ago while visiting the spot where I spread my sister's ashes. I'd been feeling so much grief, so much weariness, so much loss over the last few months. Finally, I let the space embrace me. The trees, the grasses, the earth, the stones - and my sister's spirit, too - all there offering support. If you have no one to hug, hug a tree. Hug the earth.I took this photo a few weeks ago while visiting the spot where I spread my sister’s ashes. I’d been feeling so much grief, so much weariness, so much loss over the last few months. A lot of crying, a lot of cleansing tears.

Finally, I let the space embrace me. The trees, the grasses, the earth, the stones – and my sister’s spirit, too – all there offering support.

If you’ve got no one to hug, hug a tree. Hug the earth. A little love goes a long way.