All signs point to the heart.

I love.
I love people.
I love animals.
I love green trees.
I love avocados.
I love fresh pineapple.
I love nature.
I love waking up early in the morning.
I love curling up in bed each night.

I love reading books.
I love writing in my journal.
I love dancing with my daughter.
I love to hug my husband.
I love to laugh.
I love my parents.
I love my brothers and sisters.

I love practicing yoga and meditation.
I love teaching yoga and meditation.
I love that yoga is meditation.

I love my life, even though it is not always easy.
I love my body for what it can do and for the way it is constantly changing.

Though I can’t say I love pain, I am grateful for pain and
I am letting go of my aversion to pain—
pain is a message: a call for help.

Love is in the wind, the ocean, the soil, the bonfire.
Love is in the heart, mind, body, soul.
Love shines light into the shadow.
Love is the elements.
Love is being.
Love being.
Love all beings.

The revolution is now.
The revolution is love.

Love that can be taken away is not love.
Love does not hurt. Love heals.
Love loves.
Love lets go.
Love is.

As our planet revolves,
as our moments pile into days and years,
can we bring the intention of love, the action of love, the words of love, a heart full of love
to every choice
to all responses
to each moment?

[This piece was inspired by this #reverb15 prompt for December 2: Start all your sentences with “Love is…” or “I love …”]

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Relephant Read:

Dear Child of the Universe: An Open Letter to Anyone who has Forgotten how to Love Themselves.

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Author: Michelle Margaret Fajkus

Editor: Toby Israel

Photo: Ondrej Supitar/Unsplash // Eva Blue/Flickr

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