Admit something: Everyone you see, you say to them, ‘Love me.’
Of course you do not do this out loud, otherwise someone would call the cops.
Still, though, think about this, this great pull in us to connect.
Why not become the one who lives with a full moon in each eye that is
always saying, with that sweet moon language,
what every other eye in this world is dying to hear? ~ Hafiz
Love at Lassens
I have a strange affection for the checkers at the health food store. The clerks wear plaid flannel shirts, green aprons and sandals with organic hemp socks. They look at me with sincere eyes and ask meaningful questions like, “paper or plastic,” secretly hoping I have brought my canvas bags from home. They await my response like it’s the most important thing in the world.
When I shamefully reply “paper,” confessing that once again I forgot my socially responsible bags, they grimace with me in solidarity: “Oh, nice try, better luck next time,” they seem to say. Their forgiveness makes them all the more appealing.