Swimming in love...

Hello, dear ones,

Lately I've been thinking about fish. Goldfish, to be exact. I have been keeping the image of a goldfish in my mind, and watching the goldfish in a bowl. They are swimming in water, smacking their lips (!) as they eat the little bits of food that float to them from the top of the bowl. If one of them - by some unfortunate event - should find itself outside of the water, it would die, and sooner rather than later.

We are like the goldfish - yes, we are! But we are swimming in love... yes, love! You are swimming in love, love is in you and around you and beside you and with you, you are made of love, you are so immersed in love that you have forgotten - you take it for granted, after all. And there is no way you can ever find yourself outside of this goldfish bowl of love, because love is all it is. That's all it is.

Sometimes events or people or tragedies or faults or sorrows seem larger than love, but that is simply not true. All of those things, too, are swimming in love.

Happy diving!

Warmly,
meb