Loving all of it: Trash. Heartache. Wishing-it/this-were-different. Love encompasses the messed-up as well as the possibilities.
It is not easy for me to love trash. Litter literally sends me off the deep end. My pockets are always full of stuff I pick up, from fish hooks through plastic bags. There is a lot of trash in between, let me assure you. Martyr I am not: I grouse and grumble and write scathing horrible rants. Oh, and I complain.
Now, I have started taking photos of everything that I see. A miracle moves into the viewfinder, up my nose, and voila! I'm in love. Maybe not rhapsodising; I mean how gorgeous is a mattress and box springs thrown into a houseless 1900 cellar with last year's Xmas tree?
I admit, the little graffiti guy is just kinda cute. Something happens in there, framing the scene in front of me brings focus. With the focus comes new awareness.
Old stuff, garbage, whatever... shifts with conscious seeing. In 1970ish a book came out called "The Zen of Seeing" (I just went and picked it off the shelf: 1973 to be exact, AND I paid $3.45 for it!!!). The author quotes Meister Eckhart, "The eye with which I see God is the same eye with which God sees me." Spirit living within me is in this with me! Today I look gently upon the day, and all that this day holds.