love

i wana love u every day an every night will be together

need a love…

Sunday morning Isak gave his daddy a canvas he’d painted – it’s full of swirls and colour (and an apple too, apparently) and is now hanging on the hall wall. Later in the afternoon we drove out to White Rock, had a casual lunch, and then took a long family walk around some of Markus’ favorite childhood places to explore.

On the way back home we drove out across the new bridge that just opened, right as the sun was going down and painting the sky. I also talked to my own dad long distance to wish him a happy Father’s Day. It was a very good day. I hope all the dads out there had a happy, well loved one with their families too.

I heard a sweet song the other day that sparked a little something in my soul; and I know that to have been blessed with such a love in one’s lifetime is a gift beyond words or sensibilities. It is not felt by just two people; it vibrates throughout the world and brings happiness, peace and joy to all.

_{Joy, peace and love to all}

love is lake a rose

Being with someone who has the same sense of humour as you do.


_{and who also loves gigantic Toblerone bars!}

Love is sweet when is new, sweeter when is you, sweetest when is true.

if someone love u love her 2 much

I’ve been wanting to write an entry on this for a few days, and each time I either forget or get distracted by something else on the net. It’s probably too close to my personal truth, and I just don’t want to go there. But I know that if I’m going through it others are too.

So here’s what I’ve learned about myself recently: whenever a great thing happens to me, I will pull the rug right out from under me so quickly that I don’t even see it happening. Like the magicians that pull the cloths off the table without disturbing the dishes, I do the same thing to myself. I don’t notice myself doing this because I always do it with the intention of making things even better. It’s not until the wonderful things in my life are broken that I begin to see what actually happened. Until then, I’m completely oblivious to what suddenly caused the change.

One example is my vitamins. I’ve been experimenting with the right combination of supplements and whenever I find one that is working, I’ll change it up thinking that it’ll make me feel even better. Wrong. Each time I do this it creates new problems. For some reason, I can’t stay in good.

Like my favourite parable about the hole in the street – sometimes we’ll see a hole in the street and fall into it anyway, and eventually we do it so much that it becomes a habit. Sabotaging myself has become a habit. Once I saw this pattern in me, I saw it all over my life. I’ve read enough books to know that ultimately you create what you feel you deserve. This is why I didn’t want to share this, it’s too hard to admit. That I don’t feel that I deserve to be happy is irrational and it makes me sad. Why are the difficult moments sometimes easier to be with than the good?

Learn how to trust…