Once again I remove myself from the planet earth
Today I had word time with Kenny and Yuji and we read an old GN from the Techi series in part of my quest to rediscover the lost DBs (InfoStore, that bully).
Somewhere within the sections about loving the imperfect people that try to help you, I got lost in an exhortation about how wonderful it is that we, in the Family, are privileged to know how to love imperfect people. To know how to love them, not in spite, but all the more because of their imperfections. To know that I love you, you love me, and we deserve each other's love whilst being absolutely undeserving.
A little while ago Yumi, a General Member of our fine Family, was expostulating to Yuji about the reason why the Family is a lifestyle to be coveted. "You're all so good at loving!" She said. "Everyone in the world wants to be loved and needs to be loved, but is so HETAKUSO. " (New and improved definition of hetakuso: Absolutely and hilariously pathetic at it.)
It's so true! We're like little love lovers. Little worms of love that wiggle in and out of love soil. More than all of this Home Schooling Vocational Training stuff, we should put "Some Serious Love Knowledge, Homies" at the top of our Resumes.
The most beautiful thing about this extra capability of ours is that it's like the spider-web that we spiders crawl on. It's like, "Whoops, little Sylvester-Spider-boy fell a bit, but the spider-web caught him, as always. Praise God for those silken strands!!" It's our means by which we let go of each other, and thereby hold on to each other. It's your extra invisible hand that reaches out and encourages me. It's my invisible foot that holds the door open for you. The under-the-table KGB top-secret that says "Hey, the little of you that's left under all of the rest of that crud and junk is not so bad. Your heart still beats sort of the same as mine does, and that's wild."
Let's not forget that love is our ministry, people. If you can amass your handymen and get them to stop hammering beams for a second, and get your secretaries to stop hammering their keyboards, and your mothers to stop hammering their children, and distracted couples to stop hammering each other (whoa WHOA FLORENCE WHOA), then let's all have a second of hug-time and remember that WE NEED EACH OTHER. I haven't got the motivation, the ability, the self-discipline, to stay in this Family of ours without love from you. I need your support, your inspiration, your encouragement. I love you, hetakuso as my loving is.
I think that's wild.
Somewhere within the sections about loving the imperfect people that try to help you, I got lost in an exhortation about how wonderful it is that we, in the Family, are privileged to know how to love imperfect people. To know how to love them, not in spite, but all the more because of their imperfections. To know that I love you, you love me, and we deserve each other's love whilst being absolutely undeserving.
A little while ago Yumi, a General Member of our fine Family, was expostulating to Yuji about the reason why the Family is a lifestyle to be coveted. "You're all so good at loving!" She said. "Everyone in the world wants to be loved and needs to be loved, but is so HETAKUSO. " (New and improved definition of hetakuso: Absolutely and hilariously pathetic at it.)
It's so true! We're like little love lovers. Little worms of love that wiggle in and out of love soil. More than all of this Home Schooling Vocational Training stuff, we should put "Some Serious Love Knowledge, Homies" at the top of our Resumes.
The most beautiful thing about this extra capability of ours is that it's like the spider-web that we spiders crawl on. It's like, "Whoops, little Sylvester-Spider-boy fell a bit, but the spider-web caught him, as always. Praise God for those silken strands!!" It's our means by which we let go of each other, and thereby hold on to each other. It's your extra invisible hand that reaches out and encourages me. It's my invisible foot that holds the door open for you. The under-the-table KGB top-secret that says "Hey, the little of you that's left under all of the rest of that crud and junk is not so bad. Your heart still beats sort of the same as mine does, and that's wild."
Let's not forget that love is our ministry, people. If you can amass your handymen and get them to stop hammering beams for a second, and get your secretaries to stop hammering their keyboards, and your mothers to stop hammering their children, and distracted couples to stop hammering each other (whoa WHOA FLORENCE WHOA), then let's all have a second of hug-time and remember that WE NEED EACH OTHER. I haven't got the motivation, the ability, the self-discipline, to stay in this Family of ours without love from you. I need your support, your inspiration, your encouragement. I love you, hetakuso as my loving is.
I think that's wild.
posted by Florence at 2:25 PM
5 comments:
Florence, you have my FULL support and here's my second of hug time. Can I get back to hammering my hubby now ... ;)
hey florence, can i have your email? i have a couple of yours from before, but I have no idea what you use now.
In my profile, babe.
Oh boy! This is the clincher of all your posts. I am copying it to send to Elliot. He'll love it. I adore you, my little love worm.
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