Samara O'Shea

Shea Butter Socks and Love

One of my co-workers gave me the greatest gift yesterday: Fuzzy socks infused with Shea Butter. I put them on as soon as I got home. They are soft and smell sooo good. I kept thinking, “What is that wonderful smell? Oh! It’s my feet.” The tags says the Shea Butter will survive twenty-five washes. Whether they do or don’t, I’m glad to have them to wear on Christmas Day (a day in which I live in my pjs).

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They have those plastic thingies on the bottom to keep me from slip-sliding all over my hardwood floors. These are a thoughtful, inexpensive gift to give someone you see in passing—a co-worker, bus driver, teacher.
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In an unrelated point: Here’s another stellar quote from The Art of Loving, which I mentioned three blogs ago. There’s more to come. This is an outstanding book:

“Love is possible only if two people communicate from the center of their existence, hence if each one of them experiences himself from the center of his existence. Only in this “central experience” is human reality, only here is aliveness, only here is the basis for love. Love, experienced thus, is a constant challenge: it is not a resting place, but a moving, growing, working together, even whether there is harmony or conflict, joy or sadness, is secondary to the fundamental fact that two people experience themselves from the essence of their existence, that they are one with each other by being one with themselves, rather than by fleeing from themselves.”

~ Eric Fromm