A reminder of your power: Try love first

Lucky you. I was on another trip with the fab artist David Langley this past week — so that means more funky stories for you.

These trips of the past year are long-distance affairs from South Florida, winding (always) through Atlanta where his beloved kinfolk are based, up to Maryland where his clients home for the summer, and then back again. Lots and lots of road miles, days of work, and more lots and lots of road miles on the return.

Whatever would we talk about for all that time?

Turns out the question is — when you’re simpatico, when you’re traversing similar paths, when you’ve been most excellent friends for a long, long time — what don’t you talk about?? You talk everything. Every little thing. Eventually, after exhausting the subjects of recent life and sex and relationships and work and all the people we know about in each other’s lives we get down to metaphysics.

So somewhere in the South, probably Virginia but it could just as easily have been Georgia or Florida, David got around to telling me about a mole growing so rapidly near his clavicle that — by my estimation —  it would have overtaken the size of his head within months and been just as hairy. You can see a picture of David here and know that all that stuff covering his head is not what you want on your mole.

It could have been cause for alarm. Instead of running off to the dermatologist to have it removed — not that he wouldn’t, this is a guy who’s had hair removed in oh you don’t wanna know places — David decided to try love first.

And why not? There’s plenty of time for the industrial-medical complex later, plenty of time for paperwork and insurance and co-pays . . .

He beamed it love

So each day — for just a minute — he would love on this thing. He kept it simple and heartfelt and then moved on. I love the simplicity of David’s process — he addressed the growth with true love, simply, and for short duration. Then moved on.

Within weeks it stopped growing, shrank, shriveled, withered and then flecked off.

When he was telling me this, he even yanked his shirt collar down to show me the area where it had once been. You couldn’t tell there’d been a growth of any kind there recently.

David’s experience is a potent reminder, for any issue we may have, to try love first.

Just for the record: I’m relieved the growth wasn’t anywhere near where he had that hair removed . . . .

Previous posts featuring the David
How perfect the imperfect
The way of silence