and always remember
that love is
not a feeling
fleeting and random
like running thoughts
not a gift that
visits the lucky
the blessed
the deserving
but a practice
renewed each time you
show up
rehearsing what you want
to become
it will
deepen with time
you will
hold the space
longer
stay at its center no matter
how clear or snowy the reception
our mothers were right when they
told us to keep at it
like anything else
if you practice love regularly
you cannot not
get better at it
remember
that is the secret:
practice love like fluid breaths
practice love like open arms
practice love like child’s play
just practice.
written by Yael Flusberg
photography by permission
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