‘I will not live an unlived life, I will not live in fear of falling or catching fire.  I choose to inhabit my days, to allow my living to open me, to make me less afraid, more accessible, to loosen my heart, until it become a wing, a torch, a flame …’*

Is it more important to be right or loving?

My guess is that we’d say, although there are exceptions, loving is the most important.

When we allow this, the number of exceptions reduces.

I also suspect it’s easier to get to truth from love then it is to get to love from truth.  After all, love and truth need to hold hands.

To be right is an answer.

Sorted.

Next.

To be loving is  not really an answer in that way.   It must keep moving, dealing with all sorts of people and situations in graceful, merciful, and peaceful ways.

Being right is an easier game, a finite game: one side wins, the other loses. Sorted.  Next.

Becoming loving is much harder.  We want to win so much but we grow more when we love.  This is the infinite game.  It goes on and on.

‘Getting the right people and the right chemistry is more important than getting the right idea.’**

‘It’s why we build, not what we build, the matters.’^

Learning.

(*Dawna Markova, quoted in the Northumbria Community‘s Morning Prayer.)
(**From Ed Catmull’s Creativity, Inc..)
(^From Bernadette Jiwa’s Meaningful.)

MY APOLOGIES FOR SO MANY TYPOS IN THE ORIGINAL POSTING OF THIS PIECE.  I’D CLEARLY JUST WASHED MY HANDS AND COULDN’T DO A THING WITH THEM.