How is it that one can love so much?
How is it that while still being ill three weeks after first testing positive for COVID, while putting up with a contradictory housemate, while struggling in an uncomfortable living situation, while reading a book on trauma (& thus addressing my own traumas), while facing frustration and fear and even anger — how is it that I can feel so much love today?
Love for the warm sunshine beaming through the kitchen windows. Love for the cats and snake (the household pets). Love for specific people (quite a few of them, actually). Love for this lazy afternoon. Love for my drawings and for the food I made myself. And love for this love that I feel.
Where does all this love come from?
The Little Prince and the Fox 