Love vomit, part two!

I love my wife, Stephanie.  I cannot tell you how much.  When I think about her, I get a warm sensation in my middle.  She is the sweetest, the most thoughtful, the most compassionate person I know.  For the past two years, she has worked full time to support me while I do my MFA.  Two years of tedious administrative labor, day in and day out, so that I can play around with Shakespeare.  I realize that I am lucky, and I truly can't wait to repay her for this sacrifice.

I love riding my bike on the streets of Exeter.  The drivers are so polite and courteous and aware.  It's incredible.  And I love zipping through traffic, practically for free, creating virtually no pollution, while getting exercise.  Ah, cycling, you are good.

I love good movies.  Seriously, I love them.  127 Hours, you were amazing.  I wept at the end of that film, called my mom and told her I loved her, gave Stephanie an extra hug, and for a while everything in my life was perfect.  Good art has such enormous power.  I am only beginning to realize my responsibility as an artist.

I love making plays.  I love rehearsing in parks, performing under trees, and watching kids become entranced by Shakespeare's fantastic characters.

I love learning about the cosmos.  Sometimes I think about the size of the universe, about how much space there is between galaxies, and about the fact that there are footprints on the Moon.  It fills me with reverent awe.  Sometimes I try to comprehend the reality of a black hole, and it deeply disturbs me.  The universe is incredible, and fragile.

I love this precarious planet, and all the beautiful diversity it offers.  I love the way children appreciate the world, and I yearn for their idealism to infect me again.

I love my family and friends, I love reading a good book, I love familiar songs and I love encountering surprising new music for the first time.  I love laughter, and sometimes feel I could do more to add laughter to the world.

I love feeling acceptance and support from people who believe differently than I do.  I would love to be able to express my own beliefs more freely, but I fear my most valued relationships would suffer.  I wish to do more to combat intolerance and divisiveness.

I love living in England, and I am desperately torn between staying here and heading back to be closer to my family.  I love the friendships I have made here, and am so very grateful to the people who have given me the time I needed to open up and be myself around them.

I love writing my way out of a slump.  I love coming back from self-doubt and worry; regaining a fuller perspective.  I love a bright red moonrise over dark green fields and rolling hills.  I love life, with all its uncertainty and beauty.

I love you.  I will try to be better at showing it.  Because, really, I do.