Life’s love poem

You’ve heard of someone writing a love poem to someone else. Maybe you’ve even heard of writing a love poem to yourself.  Maybe you’ve written a love poem to yourself! ♥️

But what about life writing a love poem to you?

No? Today, life wrote me a love poem. Instead of using words, it used sights, sounds, and emotions. And it was so moving, it made me cry. Right where I was. At dinner. In a crowded restaurant. With no sunglasses to cover my face. Because life just loved me. With reckless abandon. Right in front of everyone. 🥹 

(The nerve!)

Let me try to set the scene. 

A restaurant on the beach. In a city where the ley lines cross. 😍 An hour away from sunset. 

I’ve never been here, to this restaurant. A familiar place but with a novel twist. There’s a shallow infinity pool. The dinner tables and chairs are IN the infinity pool. Which means, your feet are in the infinity pool as well! 

The air is warm. Not humid, like last night. But warm like a cozy blanket. The waiter is kind, and patient. Like love should be. I order food. They have soft shell crab tacos and pork belly tacos as an appetizer. What!? Yup. One of each, on a plate set in front of me.

The music plays. First some soft rock. Then, Frank Sinatra. Instrumental Frank Sinatra. « My Way. » The story of my life. Ever since I was a little kid. A stubborn little kid. I wanted it my way. Grown into an adult. A stubborn one. Certain things I still want my way. 

So. The music. The sunset. The ley lines. The warm air. The beauty. The love. I cry. Life is writing me a love letter.

Then, a violinist. He plays TO the instrumental music.

But it’s no longer Frank Sinatra. It’s soft rock- The Eagles, Bob Marley. I’m loving the playlist. The light on our faces. The water at our feet. The colors of the sky after the sunset. The warm air. The ambience. 

Life has written me a love letter. No tears now. Just gratitude.