As a Mormon bisexual man I live in the "other circumstances" mentioned in The Family: A Proclamation to the World where "Death, disability or other circumstances may necessitate individual adaptation."
Tuesday, October 14, 2014
Love and Warmth
Fall weather turns increasingly colder my warm bed becomes more difficult to
leave. Yet I wanted to get out of bed this morning. To get my fingers moving on
the keyboard and to thank you for being there. It is true that I don’t know who
is reading this, but I do know you are one of my 7-billion brothers and sisters
on this planet. And I suspect that you, like me, and all humans feel varying levels of love. Sometimes there is no doubt. And sometimes our doubts grow. Of course there are tricks. There are ways to get a better glimpse of how fickle perception can sometimes be. It’s easy to make a swimming pool feel warmer, you just
take a cold shower before you swim. Is it just as easy to feel love? Can I feel greater love by just imagining how much
colder I’d feel without the love I now enjoy? In a way that's what I do when I think about the love I have enjoyed throughout my life. But it doesn't seem like a trick. It seems more like cleaning off the my glasses rather than putting on a rose-colored pair. There’s always been that warmth of the love
of my parents. Even though they are both dead now, I think of all the love they gave me even before I was born, the love that resulted in my conception, then how I was loved in utero, then as baby, as their son, as I learned and grew up. Can I still feel
that love? What of other loves? The love of family. The love of friends. Perhaps there is much, much more love throughout my life and in my life this
very moment than I have been able to feel. Gratitude and perception are always at play, aren't they? I don’t feel the warmth of my bed
until the weather turns cooler in the Fall. And I don’t fully perceive all the love in my life until on a quiet morning I realize it has always been there. Even when I’ve doubted.