I was/am still pretty much surprised by the words that came out of my fingertips yesterday morning. In rereading them, I can hear the voice of the teenage girl, the romantic, the one who believed with all her heart, that "they were happily married ever after" girl. I can see her and embrace her and let her speak her words without hesitation today. She is a part of me, and, as a very wise woman once said to me "You can bring all of you to the Altar". And so I shall.
Of course, there is a much broader meaning to the word "Love" than I wrote of yesterday. My more mature self feels that love is an energy not an emotion; that it is what carries us forward, like that underground river of life-sustaining, life-affirming moisture and nourishment. I can feel it pulsing through me sometimes and am so grateful that it is so.
'nough said!
Thanks for it all!
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