Love is made up of three unconditional properties in equal measure1. Acceptance2. Understanding3. AppreciationRemove any one of the three and the triangle falls apart.Which by the way is something highly inadvisable. Think about it do you really want to live in a world of only two dimensionsSo for the love of a triangle please keep love whole.

A weed is but an unloved flower.

Real isnt how you are made said the Skin Horse. Its a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long long time not just to play with but REALLY loves you then you become Real.Does it hurt asked the Rabbit. Sometimes said the Skin Horse for he was always truthful. When you are Real you dont mind being hurt. Does it happen all at once like being wound up he asked or bit by bit It doesnt happen all at once said the Skin Horse. You become. It takes a long time. Thats why it doesnt happen often to people who break easily or have sharp edges or who have to be carefully kept. Generally by the time you are Real most of your hair has been loved off and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things dont matter at all because once you are Real you cant be ugly except to people who dont understand.

I have never found anybody who could stand to accept the daily demonstrative love I feel in me and give back as good as I give.

To be fully seen by somebody then and be loved anyhow - this is a human offering that can border on miraculous.

You couldnt relive your life skipping the awful parts without losing what made it worthwhile. You had to accept it as a whole--like the world or the person you loved.

to love life to love it evenwhen you have no stomach for itand everything youve held dearcrumbles like burnt paper in your handsyour throat filled with the silt of it.When grief sits with you its tropical heatthickening the air heavy as watermore fit for gills than lungswhen grief weights you like your own fleshonly more of it an obesity of griefyou think How can a body withstand thisThen you hold life like a facebetween your palms a plain faceno charming smile no violet eyesand you say yes I will take youI will love you again.

Letting go doesnt mean that you dont care about someone anymore. Its just realizing that the only person you really have control over is yourself.

People who fit dont seek. The seekers are those that dont fit.

I would rather be what God chose to make me than the most glorious creature that I could think of for to have been born in Gods thought and then made by God is the dearest grandest and most precious thing in all thinking.This is a prayer of contentment