Loving each other happens all the time. Everyone does it. It is up to us to appreciate how much were are loved.

I know I am loved when people share with me experiences that are important to them. One of the many ways two of our friends show us their love is through inviting us to cultural experiences they have enjoyed and they think we would enjoy (there are lots of ways they show us they care, tonight I just opened my eyes).

So tonight we were blessed to participate in a moving experience, on the invitation of our friends, at the Soweto Gospel choir performance. It was a spirited display full of power, rhythm and love, and I did my best to absorb it all. It was the way things sometimes are beautiful in their totality and in separate parts. Each performer was honored for their individuality and specialness, which demonstrated that each of them was special, every soul in the choir. And in doing that they helped me feel special. It helped me see others as special.

It felt good to be in a room full of hope, the kind of which is shared by audience and performers.

My mind slipped a lot though, into thoughts of melancholy or envy, almost so much it could have been embarrassing. My head is so full constantly of whirling thoughts about how I should live my life; so often it makes me sad. Tonight, when I noticed myself run to those scared little boy thoughts I diverted eyes, attention and heart to the zeal of the singing, the creation of energy in the dance, the shining souls pouring forth. I let my melancholy melt and mingle in with the stories of each person in the room, I tried to join the ONE story shared by all.

All this because someone else showed their love to us. In their way. Thank you for reminding me how to see beauty.

I work hard to see the beauty in others.

I hope I can show you how I love. In your way.