Falling Over and Over Again

Sufey 02Love.
Love is kind.
Love is unconditional.
Love needs no reason.
Love hugs you tight when you cry.
Love squeezes your hand because it feels good.
Love sings to you.
Love touches you.
Love paints you pictures.
Love is colorful.
Love sparkles.
Love is speechless.
Love listens.
Love is patient.
Love is here.
Love always comes home.
Love can’t stop kissing you.
Love makes your insides melt like cacao left too close to the stove by accident.
Love leaves you little notes everywhere.
Love listens.
Love makes you hot ginger tea.
Love carries you over puddles.
Love doesn’t mind the rain.
Love gets lost in the mountains with you but it’s okay because
Love > fear.
Love shows up on your doorstep. With roses. And cucumbers.
Love warms you up when you’re cold.
Love spoons.
Love heals.
Love wins.
Love is a warrior.
Love survives.
Love grows.
Love lasts.
Love stares up at the stars and wonders where you fell from.
Love lingers a moment longer.
Love breathes you in.
Love shows up to yoga class because you’re there and
Love is wherever you are.
Love makes you vegan avocado milkshakes.
Love makes you scream in bed.
Love is innocent.
Love is funny.
Love is playful.
Love is a glimmer of light in the black.
Love thinks you’re perfect.
Love is you.
Love is me.
Love is.
Love.

This blog is blessed with two or three new people subscribing most days. If the subscriber has a Facebook page or website I often check it out to keep handle on who reads my stuff. The poem above by Sufey Suryananadi grabbed my attention as did the title description of her Facebook page “Endless gratitude for this glorious world!” She goes on to say:

I get high on life every day, and I’m so grateful for the opportunity to share my bliss with you! I was raised as the oldest of five in a family overflowing with love. Coming home was always my favorite time of day because my baby brothers would whoop out my name, tumble overtop tables, smother me in pure glee and knock me off my feet into an epically entangled mess of uncontrollable laughter.

Demographically, I’m an eighteen-year-old Canadian girl. I’ve lived in Singapore, Bangkok, Hong Kong, Vancouver, Maui, Beijing, Ann Arbor, Prince George, Las Cruces, and traveled extensively across Asia, North America, and a teensy weensy bit of Europe. Wanderlust drives my soul, and it has brought me a life brimming full of endless adventure and a deep appreciation for the beauty in the world.

I’ve waltzed with old ladies in the parks of Shanghai, taught yoga in the ancient ruins of Nanjing, played tag with the street-children of Cebu, busked with steel drummers in Honolulu, flown kites with farmers in Wenzhou, and in doing so, my life has grown rich with simple pleasures.

Academically, I’m a 4th year Bachelors of Health Sciences student, majoring in Biomedical Studies and minoring in all things artsy and fun (like theatre, sculpture, photography and dance). Professionally, I’m a student of the universe… and humbled teacher of yoga, piano, figure skating, debate, public speaking, cross-country skiing, and wellness. I’m a certified 200-hr Registered Yoga Teacher (RYT) through Yoga Alliance with my Grade 10 Piano Practical from the Royal Conservatory of Music (RCM).

It’s not uncommon to find that what people put up on Facebook is somewhere between inaccurate and fabrication. I don’t think that is the case with Sufey. Her energy and love of life seems radiant, sincere and true. I am glad. Knowing of a young person who loves life as she professes pulls my spirit up higher. To read how well lived her young life is reminds this middle aged guy to be grateful, love people and live life fully everyday. Thanks Sufey. https://www.facebook.com/sufey

I tell you this because
it’s basically the story of my life:
falling over and over again…
and laughing myself silly
while clambering back up!
Sufey Suryananadi

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