Holy my lanta – it’s been a hot minute since I’ve posted anything, and for that, there will be a formal “update” post with what I’ve been up to and what’s coming to my blogosphere. But for now… I wanted to share a profound observation and experience I had recently…
It was midday at the Portland airport as I killed time waiting for one of my best friends to arrive. I was reading a book at Starbucks, facing the exit doors toward baggage claim.
Periodically I heard shouts and screams of joy and looked up (SQUIRREL!) to see people embracing, hugging, kissing, smiling. It’s like that opening and closing scene from one of my favorite movies I watch annually—Love Actually.
Witnessing everyone reunite with loved ones in these random unfolding moments is to witness love in its primal form. That moment of a jolt of happiness and the warm feelings of being with the people you love—whether it’s family, friends or your significant other.
Sometimes we categorize “seeing love” in specific defined moments around holidays, anniversaries, birthdays or relationships, but take a backseat and people-watch at airports (okay, but don’t get creepy) and you’ll see pure love at its finest!
xoxo
Siri
SIRI 