The Last of the Wildflowers

I’ve been thinking about love.

My mother-in-law has a phrase she says often. One she learned from her father, and that she passed down to us: “The answer is more love.”

That was on my mind throughout yesterday’s run. The last of the wildflowers felt like a gift of love from the mountain. So did the crunch of gravel beneath my feet. The clouds adding texture to the sky. I love this earth so much. I love the gift it is to move throughout the world with so much beauty to greet us. I love the grit of love. I love the ease of love. Love is the realest thing we have.