Love by the Side of the Road

LoveByTheSideOfTheRoad-150x150Usually we think of love in terms of the fragrant rose or the glowing rainbow. But sometimes love shows up in a form that hints more at rusty metal than rainbows and roses. A smelly dog that shows up on our doorstep, a colleague who rubs us the wrong way, a neighbor with the wrong kind of politics—you can never say for sure who might touch your heart with some act of friendship or kindness.

In what surprising place have you found love?

Love by the Side of the Road

Usually we think of love in terms of the fragrant rose or the glowing rainbow. But sometimes love shows up in a form that hints more at rusty metal than rainbows and roses. A smelly dog that shows up on our doorstep, a colleague who rubs us the wrong way, a neighbor with the wrong kind of politics—you can never say for sure who might touch your heart with some act of friendship or kindness.

In what surprising place have you found love?

Holding Hands

When was the last time someone held your hand to cross the street? I suppose there really is no magic safety that incurs from holding a parent’s hand through a crosswalk—cars can, and do, crash into parents as well as children. But who wouldn’t want to invoke that small magic? Don’t we all want to feel safe holding the hand of someone we love?

Who can make you feel safe, simply by the touch of their hand?