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How can I love you as you anger me?  How can you anger me if I truly do love you?  Why do I even think it must be one or the other?  What am I that I think even this is a yes or no question?  Why is it that I see others also living in a world increasingly bereft of shades and hues … of a pallette with a choice only of this or that … of the exact opposite of what I see all around me …

Difference and diversity.

Why do we reject so much of what the very planet itself is telling us?  That variety and difference are essential to mutual survival and growth?  That diversity is not the enemy but a friend … that difference is not divisive but an indicator of health and wealth.

Love.

I live with someone who is not me and never ever will be.  Our strength is our difference.  A difference expressed in different ways at different times for different reasons and with different results.  We are as one without being one at all in anything much other than this.

Love.

Love that began as lust.  Lust that was sated and soggy.  Lust that wanted more than instant fulfillment – that wanted a shared present and a shared future.  A connection that wanted permanency.  And health.  And wealth.  And laughter.  And safety.  And a myriad of things not even understood or known.  Love that embraces all that you are and all that I am.  Love that allows difference and diversity as evidence of health and wealth and of love itself.

Difference and diversity.

Is evidence of health and wealth.  For a couple, for a family, for a group, for a community, for a country, for a planet of you and me in every corner and culture.  Difference and diversity are real.  Whether we allow that “evidence” to be real is the choice we all make.  There is no choice in that – we choose!  Whether we say we have choice or say we have no choice.  Both are choice.  And we choose.

Love.

Is the circle of health.  For love allows, frees and empowers each.  How can I love you as you anger me?  Like this … Just as a strong wind may bend a tree, the tree will bend back again.  So too my anger cannot touch the roots of my love.  My roots are unaffected by my bending.  My roots allow my bending.  My roots are my strength.  And my roots for me and you and us is love.

Difference and diversity.

Who taught me to fear you – and why?  Who taught me that there is only being right or being wrong – and why?  Who benefits from me having to choose you or me – and why?  Who sees health for a planet, a country, a community, a group, a family, or a couple as the absence of diversity – and why?

Love.

I am not me.  Unless I learn again how to allow (me to become me).  You are not you unless (the same).  And we are not we unless …

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How can I love you as you anger me?
How can you anger me if I truly do love you?
Why do I even think it must be one or the other?
What am I that I think even this is a yes or no question?

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