I do not think of myself as a writer. But I do like to be heard, like most people I know. I have a quiet speaking voice and I am an asker of questions so, whether true or not, it doesn't feel like being heard happens very much. I decided to start "blog therapy" to work through some stuff I have been going through lately. We'll see if that is a good idea or not.
Recently, my oldest daughter, Elsa, wanted to make her own book. She thought a good title for it would be "I love you in the peanut butter". This came from a loving ritual between my husband and I that she had recently discovered. Upon opening an almost new jar of peanut butter, she wanted to know why there was a heart in it. Aaron explained to her the necessity of writing "I love you" into the shiny top of a new jar of peanut butter. Then, you have to use the peanut butter around the message until you just have to dig into it, to use it up. This is not just a sometimes thing. It is EVERY jar. I think I would actually be more surprised after more than 10 years of this, to be the second one to open the jar and not find a note in it.
So.....because it is so very necessary to learn valuble and utterly deep lessons from the simple things in life. I shall make a metaphor for life out of this ritual. Here goes.....
Okay... maybe not. What I do know is that being loved is the most important need in my life. Just as important to me, is to successfully love others. It is my goal in life that those I come in contact with leave feeling loved for having spent time with me. I stole Elsa's idea for a book title for the title of this blog because I couldn't think of one, but also because it seemed a good title for writing about this "adventure" of finding and creating love out of the small things in life.
