How many times a day do you fall in love? (with work, with a cat, with a flower, with yourself, with the kids, with a beautiful soul, with life itself?) Why not more…… ?
Maybe we can learn from James Loney, the Canadian humanitarian aide worker from Toronto who was kidnapped in Iraq and rescued after spending 4 months in captivity and isolation.
When he requested to be left alone from the media glare on his release he reported that he shook with raw nerves almost everyday. To help him reintegrate to a normal life he watched the cat eat and walked slowly to the barbershop with a renewed sense of wonder and appreciation for his freedom to do so.
What’s holding you back from seeing the beauty in everyday? Where is love undiscovered or captive in your life?