Love, Hate… what is going on? Can you see below the hood?

The scars you cannot see are the hardest to heal

I had a weird experience a few minutes ago.

I was working on something for a student of mine and I felt hate. Or maybe disgust.

Then I looked at people I know. I have felt that same feeling towards a lot of people. Like my favorite brother: but I felt that same feeling AND yet I love my favorite brother. WTF, right?

Then I tried it on with my mother, who died this month 24 years ago.

I said: I love my mother and I hate the behavior… and then cried. Really cried. It’s been bottled up for decades, that crying.

So what is love that it can be overridden but not killed by some distaste, or disgust, or hate? what about that sentence I said that allowed love to come up?

I think it is the distinguishing between a person and the behavior. The person and the…