semantics

I nearly got into a debate with my friend about what the core of love is. Only we both figured life's too short to argue about it. I know we're both singing from the same hymn sheet so it's just semantics. We both get on and "do" and "be" love pretty well, so does it matter if we may define differently what it's all about? Instead of quibbling the small stuff, it seems to make sense to put our energies into celebrating the reality of it - yay!

We're coming to the mid-point of Christian Aid Week now, and I'm finding it a bit trickier than usual to fit it around work. It's lovely to reflect briefly on the changes over time - it seems a while since collecting involved leaving the pushchair on the pavement, calling out reassuringly that I was still in earshot of my little one, cos it was too unwieldy to get up everyone's pathways. Now my littlest loves the maths involved in the post-collection counting of the cash - guessing the night's total, working out what an average envelope would need to contain to reach that, and how much needs to be in the final envelopes to get there. As always, the money's not my thing. I've experienced a good range of emotions so far. Tons of love - especially for those who have found it intrusive, me knocking. I get that - I'm disturbing them in their space, on their time, and it's not something that is their passion. I also have felt embarrasment, blushing when I realised a remark I made could have been misinterpreted. And fear - I really wasn't convinced that the guy asleep in his armchair that I could see through the window, was just asleep. So I popped back and was mightily relieved to see he'd switched sleeping positions. Phew.