I always tell myself that I have no more love to give the world.
And suddenly some thing arrives. Some plant long neglected or some tiny creature. Some broken heart or lost soul.
Endlessly, I always find just a little more love to give. A little more of myself to doll out into the universe.
Once I find that little bit of my heart, I give it willingly. Free of expectation but brimming with hope.
One should think they would feel empty with so much giving. But in reality, every moment of love given to something else makes your heart that much bigger, and your shoulders that much stronger.
So love without restraint – that pure and innocent and altruistic sort of love which one can give just the same to the tiniest seed, the girl who just needs to see a smile, or the fragile baby bird fallen from its nest.