To love for all the wrong reasons

Maybe I should quantify wrong perhaps first. As I get older and learn more about less, or less about more, I realise wrong is a concept I'm not sure I've as much belief in as before. So here I think I'm using it as a conventionally seen word more than my word.

Well if that's not put you off... It strikes me tonight, well several times tonight perhaps, how it is to swim against the tide. From my daughter's chat about not fitting in at school to my realisations that I didn't particularly either, most definitely at primary school, and still am nowhere near a mainstream way of conventional life, and possibly moving further away from it all the time, to my scrolling down twitter tonight on a homeopathy search. Obviously crazy, delusioned bastards that we homeopaths are - if you decided to listen to twitter this evening and take things personally anyway.

But how is it to love for all the wrong reasons? To really deeply, unable to turn away from it even if you wanted to kind of love. As that's what I do here. I am so totally, utterly in love with it. There is nothing quite like being told that 'I was so impressed with that remedy, I slept so well at last' or (somewhat of a sleep theme this week), 'she's just not into homeopathy at all but after that remedy she told me she had the best night sleep for months', or 'my joints are so much better now'. I love it. I am blessed and that is all there is to it.

Can we choose what we love, who we love, what really makes our heart sing on a deeper level? I'm not so sure that it doesn't always choose us. And here I would say that's definitely my truth. For me to live my truth there is only this. Right here, right now. And what I see in front of me. The amazing stories I get to play a teeny part in.

So if that's weird, if it's odd, I say bring it on.

With love x