Do everything lovingly

i have already said that the distinction between ceejay and enjay is collapsing. But that does not matter as long as you do evrerything lovingly. This blog post should and must be posted, and written. When I am clicking away at my phone's keyboard typing these very important and integral words and word soups, the question to ask myself is this - am i doing this out of pure love? Isn't the spirit within me thriving with positivity and exuding with the warmth and glow and perfume of divine love? If the answer is yes, which in this case is yes, then it does not matter whether you have patted the tree in your backyard, or slowly hummed your inner music to the ants that are streaming through the leaves. If you look closely at nature, you can see leaves folded like a ball, and that's perhaps where the red ants which smell like red ants, live. Remember that David Lynch quote about looking beneath the surface and seeing red ants. It is already raining here and tomorrow I need to go to Vanchiyoor.