Love

I can't let that icky one just sit there so I have to put some good back out there to make up for the Leech nastiness.
I love how I keep learning that the all time best things in the world aren't things I can touch. OHHHH some of them are, but the most important things are the stuff you can't see. Sitting at the refuge...you can't TOUCH it, you can only be there with it, absorbing as much of it as possible on the inside. Love is being able to call on that whenever you need it. If you listen close enough you can BE there again, without being there.
Love is the very idea that life is carrying on, how it should. No one TELLS a seedling what to do, when it's buried somewhere moist and warm. It can't help itself. Or any species of life, at the very beginning when cells start dividing. Or the way the moon, the beautiful moon, affects the waves...if that isn't magic, what is? You can't TOUCH that...but you can see it, and feel it. How about the fact that we're spinning right now, fast enough to hold us right here. Can you feel the gravity pulling on you? And isn't it a nice world, to give us beautiful cardinals and bold blue jays and majestic eagles? Yeah, I know, we can see those things. :) The funnest part is when someone is FULL of the happy, it wants to express itself, find it's way out, be made physical...and then really, really good things happen.

Whew. Better.