Love Hurts...nah, not really

Awhile back, I wrote about "love hurts" and eluded to the hurt of not having a loved one living near. Today, a small epiphany in the middle of mowing the lawn:

Love doesn't hurt...it's the longing that hurts

Love is a separate experience. Longing is the part that pains.

For some reason, the universe, myself, IDK, I have suddenly been able to separate out my emotions from the large globulous mass. The ability to compartmentalize has...materialized. Not only emotions are effected, but the way I handle my daily chores also.

I have 5 or six gardens in my yard. I used to be overwhelmed when gardening needed doing because I pictured all the gardens together in one overwhelming large and chaotic mass.....hmmm, as I write, once again, extreme clarity. Now, I can venture from one garden to the next and focus on one at a time. I am much calmer and know exactly how I want to work and design each one.

I swear, I have accomplished more planting, weeding and arranging in one week, than I did all of last summer.

Ahhh, the universe is smiling upon me. There is sunshine behind and sneaking through the clouds.

My emotions are becoming clearer. My everyday life...a bit easier and making more sense.

I can accept that:)