Married, in a relationship, or single, life is often ungovernable.
Through disability, chronic illness, divorce, break-up, deaths big and small where do we find respite from difficulty?
When can we stop being courageous?
So many of us lean on love to give us relief from life’s chattering.
If love were so one-dimensional, though, if all loving did was give us rest, would it still be lustrous?
What is easy, quantifiable, predictable soon loses our interest.
Whitley Streiber put it beautifully, “Love at its most true is not afraid to be hard.” I agree (even if he is talking about aliens.)
Ah, you’re in Colorado. It would be nice to meet when you’re in the desert. I’m going for a short stay early November, then we spend January-May there each year. The first week of May, that is!
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