It’s o.k. to seek love.

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It’s o.k. to seek love.

Beloved reader,

I am redoing the rotb.org website. 

Again.

Why am I redoing the website again?

Because a website older than (blank) years is (blank minus one) years overdue for a facelift. 

(The standard is three years for small sites and six years for large sites.) 

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While placing into the background a composite grid, 15 wide by five tall, of images featuring my book and the reader’s face, I realized something.

I have realized how thankful I am for you.

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I’m thankful that you are reading this — these words.

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Feeling seen/heard makes us feel loved.

And this makes sense.

The first quality of love, after all, is recognition.

Feeling seen/heard is vital to feeling loved.

And me knowing that you are out there somewhere, reading my words, makes me feel seen/heard and thought of.

Knowing you are reading this help me to feel assured that I exist and am loved.

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I hope you feel the same, dear reader.

I hope you know that you exist.

I hope you know that you matter.

I hope you know that you are loved.

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10-year-olds are seemingly alright with asking to be seen.

However, you may be decades older. And you might not feel comfortable asking to be seen.

I ask you to challenge yourself.

Quickly, before you think about it too much, send me an email; Type “Hi,” and send it to me. I’ll read it. I promise.

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Rumi: 

Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.

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It’s o.k. to seek love. I promise.

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