#LOVEPROJECT

[lovetoolsprojects]

L.O.V.E. By Okanagan Indian Confederacy

On 8/8/2018, Matriarch Q strategically aligned forces with the Chen Family Dynasty and Godspeed Technologies via Treaty, and appointed the founder of L.O.V.E. and Godspeed Technologies as a Chief of Okanagan Indian Confederacy, to bring L.O.V.E. to a global audience under the 1st Nations Grassroots veil.

As of 2023, Okanagan Indian Confederacy has further strengthened its network for the worldwide roll out out L.O.V.E. via Treaty, with the Alliance of Indigenous Nations and the ASMIN Turtle Island Tribe (Métis). With the completion of peace as the mission statement of the L.O.V.E. Project, Tribes have come together to release light, love, and joy for all walks of life, in the form of evolutionary technology.

[mueredepena]

#mueredepena #loveproject

[poetyca]

Palpito d'amore - Throb of love

🌸Palpito d’amore🌸 Amore proiettato – qui ed ora –in una notte di stelle come dolce carezza fino al sorgere dell’aurora Viaggio con mete irresistibilioltre il confine razionalecon un filo d’argentoche possa unire mondi paralleliNulla giace separato e vibrante emozioneriaccende sempreogni palpito d’amore 20.02.2023 Poetyca 🌸🌿🌸#Poetycamente 🌸Throb of loveProjected love – here and now –on a night of…

[greshamford-blog]

Gresham Ford Love Project Winner Conner Stewart.  Thank you for showing the love.  We hope you enjoy dinner on us! 

[unlikelywallflower]

on the surrealism of one’s life story turning on a dime

And then, one day, just like that, it happened. The romantic love I’d been waiting for arrived in the form of a Bumble super swipe notification, on the heels of a whirlwind trip that had left me feeling zombie-tired: a week in NY state for work, a night in Manhattan (including a hilarious UCB sketch show called Toxic Masculinity: A Musical), a lovely weekend in Seattle ending in TFC’s exciting and heartbreaking loss in this year’s MLS Cup championship, and a night in Vancouver on the way home. I was not in the mood for swiping; I was in the mood for crawling into bed and crying from exhaustion. But when the notification came in from this intriguing, nerdy, active, liberal atheist, my thought was something like “well, why not?”. 

Text-based witty repartee ensued, in which I put next to zero stock after too many experiences getting excited about text exchanges only to have zero chemistry in person, and we planned our first date. As a general rule, I keep first dates simple and short; we can always extend or plan another if we want to spend more time together, but I like to have an out without having to make up an excuse if it’s not going well. In keeping with that rule, we agreed to meet for coffee, exactly an hour and a half before I needed to be at the hospital around the corner for an MRI (just for lower back pain, so no need to worry).

I came away from that hour and a half feeling, perhaps for the first time in my entire life, that I had met a man who could actually keep up with me. It was a surreal feeling—a surrealism that would foreshadow the weeks to come. The texts started up again the second we were out of each other’s sight, and continued, for hours at a time, for the next few days while he was traveling for work (including for an entire evening he spent with his out-of-town friends, who were wonderfully understanding). By the time he raced, or rather slogged, through a road trip home and rush hour traffic to make it back for our second date, we both knew (though hadn’t told each other yet) that we were falling for each other. I always know I’m falling for someone by the songs I start singing, and Ani’s “Falling is Like This” and Elvis’s “I Can’t Help Falling in Love with You” were on heavy rotation. Leading up to that second date, though, my trepidation was mounting: he didn’t know what I’d been up to for the past year. He didn’t know that I was potentially already pregnant. I knew he wanted a family, but could hardly dare to hope that somehow he would want one like this, and this fast. I also knew that I couldn’t make it through a whole night with him holding this in, and that, as wild and early as it seemed, it was time to put my cards on the table.

I asked him to meet me outside the restaurant when he arrived, because I knew that I would be calmed, at least temporarily, by a moment alone with him before we sat across the table sharing a meal. I was right, and our first gentle kiss was a feeling of coming home and setting off on the adventure of a lifetime all at once.

I managed to keep it together until our plates were cleared, then spilled my guts. Without going into all the details, I told him how I had arrived at the choice to go down this path, that I’d been trying for a year with the help of a friend, and that I was maybe pregnant at that very moment. Shrouded as I was in my haze of anxiety, I do not remember the particular words that came out of his mouth, but suffice it to say that they were perfect in the moment. It seemed that this beautiful, intelligent, loving, loquacious, perfectly imperfect, self-aware man already knew himself and me enough to jump in, with two feet, and say yes to the unconventional prize I was offering. It seemed that I had found myself, at long last, in the wild of the city, a real live unicorn whose path could align with mine.

[ionatinyhousenz]

Iona Tiny House, Whanganui River

Drawingroom Architecture & Interiors

[bethanvalerious]

eeeyyy i work on this too \o/

It's a loveproject by a big group of devoted and talented people!

keep an eye on it, if you're in the market for a diverse and fun ttrpg supplement

Hey hello! I wanted to announce a project I'm really excited (and honored) to be part of! The Kickstarter pre-launch page is now available, so if you want to follow the project there, give it a peek! I'm part of this project alongside a lot of fantastic writers and artists, and the project itself has a lot of focus on having handmade art- No pesky AI stuff or anything!

I'm working on a couple of spooky construct enemies for the project, which I'm so excited to be able to show soon!!

[fabrifa]

#loveproject #loveprojetlove #love #cuore #biroldo #fabriziodaprato #keane #artistsatwork #dono #abbandono #piazza #aranci #massa #toscana #2019 #marmorino #pittura #acrilico (presso Massa (MS)) https://www.instagram.com/p/B07_KIXIoI7/?igshid=1hzj0ddtrl5my

[steampunkburie]

For @abramdeath  

May you receive all the Kermit love in the world. 

[soldier4gd-blog]

But the greatest of these is love. . . . #love #showlove #corinthians #baltimore #baltimorecity #loveproject #baltimoreloveproject #yellow #belove #art #streetart #bible #blacknyellow #citylove #photo #streetphoto #look2c (at Baltimore City)

[mueredepena]

nymphs finding the head of an orphan

#nymphs #loveproject

[lucianomancini-blog]

Are you ready for the "Love Beach" experience? #lovebeach #lovefamily #dosceibastulum #dosceibasecoretreat #waltermartino #loveproject #lovemexperience (presso Tulum Beach) https://www.instagram.com/p/CJRB3Nbrzhk/?igshid=1y1t5u8lxjnvh

[mirandamanu]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Holaaaaaaa! Les cuento que hay nuevos abrazos en stock en la tienda online! Son todos muyyyy hermosis y están hechos con paciencia, dedicación y amor, una bocha. Me re divierte hacerlos, creo que es clave a la hora de trabajar. If it’s not fun, it’s not done! ( thank you @marieforleo !) 🌻 Go go go! Click en el link de mi bio, y a abrazarse vieja! 🌿 Envíos: tanto si van para el interior o viajan dentro de capital, les recomiendo que pongan “arreglo con Manu” y vemos el método de envío más conveniente para cada une. 🐄 Stay safe! Lots of love! Manu. 🐝 PD: el día esta para hacer plantitas, ustedes que plan? Cuéntenme! . . . #elamorsalvaraalmundo #love #illustration #textiledesign #hugmore #loveproject #emprender #creativelife #ilustracion #diseñotextil #abrazos #lovetherapy #proceso #workinprogress #imaworkinprogress #hugs #lovetheplanet #lovewillsavetheworld #hechoaamano #handmade #kids #play #serigrafia #print #home #homedecor (at Ciudad Autónoma de Buenos Aires) https://www.instagram.com/p/CBgaHUcAHRm/?igshid=nm32em95wa8e

[drmadkt]

Working on Edits, Recording New Music, filming whenever possible, and diving into new realms of that “Love Project Life” ❤️🗝 Our 10 year Anniversary show @furstwurld will be the first venue since @thegrammymuseum sold out many moons ago where we showcased the film followed by a live #loveproject performance Dates will be announced for the Documentary viewing in the theater by invitation, and live performances with artists Yael is collaborating with. Music continues to feel good and now more than ever... we can all use a little “Feelin Good” Thank u @bandcamp for supporting artists And thank U in advance for listening 🎧✊🏽❤️🗝 Link in Bio - Swipe for deets #makeitcount #love #project #journey #dvd #documentary #music #collaboration https://www.instagram.com/p/B98jZdkFORT/?igshid=nj77yarh6buk

[samuelknevitzschutt]

Projeto Amor ❤️ Nascido do Senhor 🎚 #thanksjesus #thanksgod #thankslord #jesus #projetoamor #familia #familly #friends #sextalinda #sextaferia #night #loveproject #brasachurch #igrejabrasa #portoalegre #insta #instapic #instagood #instgod #instajesus #instagram #instaphoto #instafood #hotdog #igers #instagrammer #instadaily #iger #igersbrasil #igerspoa_pelors (em Mercado Público De Porto Alegre) https://www.instagram.com/p/BzA0fHlgfV5/?igshid=w5meu5z2h5gn

[unlikelywallflower]

on knowing when you know and the messy side of falling in love

The Unicorn came home with me after our second date, and we pretty much have not spent a night apart since. That is, except for one night when I put my foot down and made it clear that if we were going to survive, I needed a night alone in my own bed to get some sleep. I do not share my bed easily, especially not with cuddle sleepers; don’t get me wrong, I love cuddling, but do not dare touch me while I am trying to sleep. Between that, The Unicorn’s regular 5:30am wake-up time, and the mounting effects of the progesterone I was taking, I was having a hard time keeping my crankiness to a manageable level. He was infinitely patient with my ups and downs during this time, including but not limited to when I burst into tears one night because the butcher was out of roast chickens, which we had intended to pick up on our way to have dinner with two of my closest friends. That moment, when he held my face in his hands and reassured me we’d figure it out together, perhaps even more than all of the ones before, was when I knew I had met my match--someone who could not only handle all of me, but be my partner in navigating the ride. A few days later, when I snuck into his bathroom while he was still sleeping to take a pregnancy test, and crawled back into bed crying at the negative result, this feeling was solidified. He held me and gave me space to cry and talk, he shared my sadness, and he shared the small flame of hope that maybe that meant that we would have a chance to have our own babies together.

The following few weeks were a wild whirlwind: him meeting my community, spending almost every night together staying up for hours talking about all the things, answering the Arthur Aron research “36 Questions to Fall in Love”, our first intense disagreement (Western medicine vs. alternative care approaches—it was a doozy but we managed to come through it relatively unscathed and with our love and respect for each other intact), and our first road trip, which was home to meet my family and family friends at our annual Chanukah party “Latkefest”. My mom was already in love with him before we stepped in the door, given everything I’d told her, and he exceeded every expectation in person. The rest of the family loved him too--even my dad after we euchred him in dramatic fashion at the card table. He was a shining star at Latkefest. Our discerning family friend, who is known for her inquisitive nature, declared after questioning him intently, “well, he’s perfect!”. We spent the night falling in love all over again as we watched each other—him watching me, in my element, with these people I’d known and loved my entire life; me, watching him integrate himself easily and lovingly into this family. After the group singing portion of the evening had concluded, The Unicorn picked up my dad’s acoustic guitar and started playing, and we all swooned; when he later sat down at the piano and started playing a simple 12-bar blues riff, my mom looked me straight in the eye and said: “don’t fuck this up” (something she would never say to me sober, but indicative of her feelings about him).

I wish I could say that this whirlwind of falling in love has been smooth, and easy, and a perfect fantasy. In many ways, it has been: we are aligned on almost all of the important things, and with the ones we disagree on, we can have productive, respectful, and loving discussions. I have never felt safer, more seen, more cherished, or more respected and matched in partnership by a man in my entire life. We are both the kind of humans who find something we are interested in and/or love and dive in headfirst, so we have already talked with relative ease through all the big things: engagement, moving in together, marriage, babies (not necessarily in that order). All of this has been wonderful; and, if I’m honest, the past few weeks have also been riddled with doubt and uncertainty, on both of our parts.

Mostly, we are not in these moments at the same time, and can support each other through them. Mostly, his certainty grounds me in moments when I am overwhelmed by the surrealism of having my life story change on a dime in a matter of weeks. And there are times when he is not there to talk and hold me through it—times when I get overwhelmed with how quickly things are changing, how much it will require of me to alter the path I had chosen for myself, no matter how badly I wanted this. I have identified my independent strong suit and the myriad ways it has been a barrier to me a million times over, and it still confronts me. I am a Strong Independent Woman™: one who has lived alone and been self-sufficient and community-interdependent for years; one who has not only made peace with but gotten excited about conceiving and raising a child without a partner; one who, despite never giving up on love, was not really sure, deep down, that this kind of love would ever be possible. In short, I am in love, and I am absolutely terrified to be getting everything I’ve always said I wanted, and at such a rapid and intense pace. This, coupled with the guilt and shame of feeling anything but ecstatic, makes for a lot of feelings butting up against each other.

The Unicorn is slowly helping me to see that allowing myself to be partnered and loved and taken care of is not incompatible with being a SIW™. When we were packing for the road trip and he brought up bringing everything down to pack the car the night before we left, since I would be driving alone to pick him up from work on our way out of town, I started with “that’s not necessary! I can do it!” When he said, “of course you can, but why would you?”, I said “because I’m a strong independent woman and I don’t need you to do it for me!” He laughed and gently challenged me: “or you could be a strong independent woman who lets me take care of you sometimes”. And so, I let him. I also let him open the door to his car for me--something I have never expected of anyone--and I love it.

When he is not here to share my moments of uncertainty, I am learning to ride the waves and remember that underneath all the overwhelm and uncertainty and internalized judgment about how quickly we are moving, I know that I want to build a life with this man. It will take something to make room for him in this life I have built for myself, and to alter the story to create a new life together, and, it’s work I’ve been wanting to do. I have long loved the idea of relationships as containers for growth—growth that can only happen in the context of intimately sharing a life with another beautifully flawed human being—so as uncomfortable as it may be, I am cherishing this opportunity to build a container with this man.