I do love.  I see only love.  I feel only love.  I am only love.

That’s my chant today.  Because I started out not feeling that way.  Life just happens you know and on the path, minding my own business (for a change!), and all of a sudden I’m in a twisted turnaround and I feel down.  Depressed, discontent, despair, discouraged–dissed in every way.  Nothing really happened, just a turn of the corner and feelings come up that pull me down.

Grateful for my sangha, my group of fellow travelers, the herd I move with.  I listened and spoke this morning about these feelings.  And the circulation of good began to show itself.  We spoke about putting on those rose-colored glasses of love and seeing through the discouraging lies.

What if everything we saw was love?  Those fighting somehow have a love/passion for the righteousness they stand for.  Those trying to shock us into their way of being “good” are perhaps trying to shock us in to love.  The scowl on the grocery clerk (rare it seems to me) or the scorn on the shopper are those stuck in the frustration of not seeing the love soup around them.

Today I see only love, I feel only love, I speak only love, I hear only love.  It may be just a chant in my head.  It may be a fantasy.  But it soothes the trepidation in my chest.  It settles my shoulders and reminds me to look further than the illusion of “no good” to the truth of goodness, kindness and peace.