I stepped on this today, while walking — there’s a surprise. Me, walking. And yes, Brother and B were with me.

I’m so predictable.

It’s interesting how every.single.time. I call upon The People, whether this be aloud or silently, their answer is so swift and so quick. I like to check in with them … you know, say hi, keep a direct line open to the big source around these parts.

These signs, these messages … I can’t help but feel incredibly loved and supported by The Universe. That whatever I do, there won’t be any mistakes.

It’s such a comforting feeling and one that I hope everyone is able to experience, in whatever form and way that may be … because, we all have this connection and we all come with our own People … you might call it angels, or something else but in the end … I think it’s all one in the same.

And this whole love thing … that Jesus talked about and Buddha {I seem to want to mention them rather frequently as of late} and a whole host of those other really cool, really fabulous, really enlightened peoples … they were on it. They knew it could be that simple.

We just need to love each other.

It sounds easy, writing it out. That, oh yes, of course, I can love you. But can I and do I … just how good am I at loving? I’m not talking about the obvious love list of my family, friends and beloved animals, I’m talking in a very broad generalization … as in loving everyone. Everyone I come in contact with.

To do this I have to accept myself first which can be hard to do, because some people, I’m not going to want to love right away. Those are usually the ones who really need it. So I try to accept me and wherever I’m at and then them just as they are, and see some part of myself in their place, and from there, allow love to flow. That’s another big part of loving — allowing.

Today, after Krogering, I was backing out of my parking space and the car who was directly behind me, started backing out, right as I’m pretty much all the way out. I thought: Surely this crazy lady sees me. How could she not?

Well, she didn’t. She also didn’t hear the horn. Which is rather surprising, because I’ve got one loud horn. It kinda reminds me of a tug boat horn. Which totally fits the big back end of my car. Anyway. I quickly put the car in drive and pulled back into my space.

Crazy lady driver realized what had happened. She started waving and wouldn’t drive off. I noticed she had rolled her window down. I was kind of worried … did she think I was at fault? Was she going to go crazy on me?

Neither.

She wanted to apologize. She felt horrible.

I felt my heart flood with love for her – and for myself. This love that was a gentle reminder: people make mistakes but they don’t mean to. It’s okay.

Accept and allow. Love will follow.

I want to get better at this love thing. In all areas of my life. Maybe you do, too, and then we can work on this together and it won’t be so scary for either one of us.