So I’ve been thinking “I love you” toward people for two weeks now, and the results have surprised me:

• Love is a verb, as Buckminster Fuller once said. I don’t feel all gushy toward anyone.
• Related to this, I feel more centered and less ecstatic. I suppose this is normal for the rest of you, but remember I have occasional mania, and I equate lovingkindness with mania.
• I don’t know that I feel any more loved than before, but it doesn’t bother me as much.
• I am being followed by dragonflies. Everywhere.