I want love to be simple. I want to trust without thinking. I want to be generous with my affection and patience and love unconditionally. It is easier to love a person with their flaws than to weed through them. I want to love the whole person, not parts; and this is how I want to be loved.” – Jewel Kilcher
I think that making love the center of your life allows the every day pieces to fall into place a little easier. Or, as Vicci Martiniez says, “Now that I’ve made the commitment to myself, to enjoy my ride, everything seems so effortless. In a way, I think it has set me up to be ready for whatever may come and to welcome it with open arms.”
I suppose that’s a lot of rambling about love as a recipe for simple and good living, but it’s true, and it’s what this post is about. Yesterday was nothing out of the ordinary, but it was such a wonderful day, just because of my gratitude for the little things.
Anyway, one weekend a month, this abandoned warehouse downtown is taken over by artists, and I am always excited to go and see what they are painting, sculpting, composing, etc etc etc. Not too many people know about the market, so it always feels like I’m part of a secret when I enter the warehouse and ascend the stairs to the artists’ studios:
When I got home, I baked some chocolate chip cookies inside oreos for Jon.
He loves these cookies almost as much as oreo stuffed chocolate chip, red velvet with white chocolate chip, funfetti with bluemoon frosting— eeh, I think the boy just loves cookies. I was planning dinner as well, but he called and said it was the perfect day for a picnic. Before he came home, I got a blanket and snacks ready, and then we rode our bikes down to the river. We played Lumineers Pandora and munched on wraps and salads while
watching the sunset.