Love and BBQ

I am at my father’s house. He’s outside, starting the charcoal BBQ. I’m inside cutting potatoes for the home-made fries. My dad likes to cut them big but since I'm cutting the potatoes tonight, we're going to have the thinner fries I prefer. My dad comes into the kitchen and asks me to cut mushrooms and peppers. He is really specific with how he wants his things done. But he doesn’t have to explain; I know exactly how he wants them.

Angus and Julia Stone’s music fills the room with good vibes. A couple of years ago I contaminated my dad, brothers and friends with their virus. We spent hours and hours, together or apart, listening to them.

It strikes me. This is a magic moment, the kind you never forget. Everything you love in one place. Even if my brothers aren’t there they are still present through me, through my dad, through the music, through the food and the habits we have.

What has brought us together even if oceans separate us? LOVE. Love is beauty, love is happiness, love is pure and love is life. We might be surrounded by hatred, jealousy, bombs and madness but in the end, what empowers us, what makes us smile, what makes us happy is love!

We walk the paths of love, we are the trails of love past, we are love.

Where did your love take you? What traces did your love leave?