I loathe it all.  And then some.

I loathe the way it turns neighbors against each other.

Family members who dare not speak.

Friends who distance themselves.

A media divided.

A people divided.

A nation divided.

A world divided.

Governments divided.

Economies on the brink of universal disaster.

Disparity.

Human enmity.

Disease.

Unease.

Implants.

Not boobs but bombs.

Failure to praise life.

To sustain the ideolgy of gratitude.

To protect the right to appreciate our birth right.

To love in harmony.

My five year old grandson told me, "Harmony is love." 

My mouth dropped.  How would he know this?

Whether from his own heart, his parents or school...he believes it. 

You know what I loathe.  

I love this:

A 3 year old in a tutu loving a 2,000 lb. beast of pure, gentle affection. 

It's intrinsic innocence.  The purity of the bond.  The trust.  The brilliance that exists in a child's imagination.

I love this:

Colors of the earth inspired that defy imagination.

I love this:

Just trees, blue skies, fluffy white clouds and mountains in silence.

I love this:

Uncertain weather that will certainly come again.

I love this:

The artistry of sunsets.

I love this:

The majesty of the desert and the open road.

The freedom to enjoy it.

I love this:

The first signs of spring.

I love this:

Photographers who capture the mysteries of life.

I love this:

Art in nature in the middle of a big city.

I love:

MIRACLES!

I love more than I loathe. 

An unexpected gift.

Just want to spread the love...while I can.