What is the nature of the things we find ourselves doing, saying or thinking? Are they loving?

Love.

All other emotions are degrees of negativity;

deeply-seated as self-doubt can be,

to the other extreme of surface-level, seething anger.

And there’s scathing commentary, appropriate at the time, so it seemed, as it came forth with such fury, but in retrospect, recalling the memory is a replay of overwhelming regret.

What about that bit of jealousy of withholding a sentiment that freely expressed might have “made the day” for someone?

You know it would have.

If God, the Heavenly Father is Love, than what is the source of all of the other emotions?

Choose love, my Loves!