First post since the new site launched. A recurring theme pops into my head. Too love or not to love. It seems that the word is thrown around so easily these days. Casual like sex for many. I understand the fact we should love one another, but I am gonna change this to word "honor" in my book. I have come across many that have said I love you to me and then have proceeded to act differently. I love my parents, they are my parents. I love them in a special way. I love my husband and child in another way. I loved Soleil and Opal in separate ways and now I am learning to love Wrangler. It is a process. I meet people and I can't seem to casually say " I love you" to them. Love to me feels as if it happens over time. It is not always a sense of earning my love, but with the way the world is these days I simply feel that love just isn't the same any more. I hear I love you spit out everywhere, but what are the words that really fall behind them. Do you say I love you to someone and them turn your back on them? Do you say I love you to someone and then shut them out of your life? Very confusing it is to me. Yes, that has happened to me, but it has also happened to many others I speak with. Wether it is in short conversations or detailed times spent with students or strangers. I am a person that people seem to feel okay sharing personal things with me quickly on a regular basis. And I am honored that I can create a space for them to share these things with me.As I move thru my days and cross paths with people I find less honor, less love, less respect. I find more greed, envy, anger, and denial, fear. Where is this all going.To be or not to be.I am in the processing of trying to understand how can I "love" some one who prefers to text than to connect person to person. My husband Chris says, that is the way people communicate these days. To me there is a lot of hiding behind closed doors when we choose to push buttons b/c of conveinance.There was a moment that I called a "friend" to see how they were doing. She was crying. Her comment was "thank you" b/c she needed someone to talk to and no one would hear her cry by text.One of the reasons I love what I do, is b/c I get to connect. I get the opportunity to guide people into other ways of doing things, sharing things. But one thing is for sure. A zebra will always have its stripes.  I do what I do, b/c I have a passion for the real. The ability for people to reconnect with their authentic selves. Just recently I worked with 2 different people. They both craved their connection to their authentic self. One lived thru fear, the other thru love. One was able to reconnect with her authentic self. It was an amazing experience to be part of. She is doing things she has dreamed of, she is making her dreams a reality, b/c it is possible. The other person did so on a temporary basis. I remember reading a short story by Russell Baker " School vs Education" . He speaks about telling teachers what they what to hear in order to succeed. Following everything by the book. News..... Life is not a book. You create the chapters as you go. But how many people are truly happy when they cannot connect with themselves. The Authentic Self they pushed aside to please someone else. I was saddened that our time together though I thought was fruitful, was really a temporary stepping stone back in to the world of where maybe she really wanted to be. But feared getting out of, b/c like many- people hate to be out of their comfort zones.