Nikki Giovanni said , “We love because it is the only true adventure.”
I think that’s true and the more true adventures we have in life the more love. Ot, the other way around, the more love we have in life, the more adventure.
Life is an adventure and I think we’d all do better if we loved every minute.
Think of all the things there are to love. The scroll is endless. We could start with a love of our home in the solar system, the Milky Way, the universe. If we only took a few tiny bits of this vastness and studied it, and learned from it, and loved it, the wonder of our time here would be beyond the ability to fathom.
Think of the of the night sky. Peppered with the silver ink of immensity. Billions and billions of other galaxies, salted with solar systems and stars and planets and moons and comets and rings of rocks tossed in the pot of eternity like chicken and vegetables in a consecrated soup. We could taste its richness, savor its flavor and risk the secret scary stuff that might carry us off with the first bite.
Come closer to home. Our sun. Its brilliance. Its comforting or scorching heat. Out little planet. Our home that tilts and the days grow longer. Tilts and the days grow short.
Draw closer still. Our rivers and streams and lakes and oceans and seas and bays. Life there that breathes water like we breath air Waters so deep. So unexplored. For a kid to learn about creating and tending– and loving– a small aquarium full of fish could make of her life such an adventure all the love in that little kid’s heart would bubble up and drown in glee. Toss in a baby squid and find out what a loving, interesting, interested little creature she’d meet and know and love. Who- maybe, even- loved her back. I swear I had one once who always tried to climb out of its bubbling warmth when it sensed my presence. Honest.
Think of the plants. Zillions of them. Trees, grass, flowers, shrubs, weeds, green stuff growing that keeps the air we breath fit to breathe. The scent of the rose. The stink of the weed The scratch and bite of poison ivy, poison oak. One could spend a life time counting all these glorious living sprites. Waving in a soft wind. Blowing in a gale. Plunking themselves down to grow new roots in another part of the jungle.
And animals! You could spend forever learning about the horse. Or the guinea pig. Or the elk. Or the yak. Or the wildebeast. Kauai’s very own Robert Lewis Stevenson said, “The world is so full of a number of things I’m sure we should all be as happy as Kings.”
I think, to bring peace and love to the family of man, we should raise every kid with a pet or a plant to know, love and nourish.


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