I know it's been a while. Life has gotten in the way of my attempts at this thing. Though I have a few posts in the works, I wanted to throw this on here while it was fresh on my mind. Since my divorce has been filed, and I've thought seriously about the idea of love in all of it's forms, this little poem keeps coming back to me...it was in the cover of a cassette tape I owned of Margaret Becker years ago (I don't know if she's even still around):
There is a moment in time when the knowledge of love and the experience of love precariously meet to form one brilliant point of rest for the soul. From this place, every direction is the same—backwards…forwards…all indelibly marked with the peace that comes when it is finally understood that nothing can shake you from the firm grip of love’s hand.