the practice

at the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet. ~plato

and always remember
that love is

not a feeling

fleeting and random

like running thoughts

not a gift that

visits the lucky

the blessed

the deserving

but a practice

renewed each time you

show up

rehearsing what you want

to become

it will

deepen with time

you will

hold the space

longer

stay at its center no matter
how clear or snowy the reception

our mothers were right when they

told us to keep at it

like anything else
if you practice love regularly

you cannot not

get better at it

remember

that is the secret:

practice love like fluid breaths

practice love like open arms

practice love like child’s play

just practice.

~Yael Flusberg

Photography by permission
Graham Jeffery