Love. What other idea is written about, pondered, and striven for more than this? The world of art is dominated by the subject. Imagine the world of poetry, music, novels, histories and paintings if overnight all references to love were vanquished?

The world would be dark indeed — bankrupt of purpose, it would seem.

But I have a bit of a ‘bone to pick’ with many of these expressions. Primarily when we think of love or what inspires us to consider its absence or presence in our lives we usually look upward. For instance, we behold the bright blue skies, the fullness of the moon and competition among stars as each seeks to outshine the other in order to gain our attention; we peruse sunrises and sunsets, our brow is lifted as we search the fragrance of flowers, blooming trees or seasons delivered to us upon the breeze of the wind. Ah, yes… love is ‘in the air,’ we sing. Continue reading…

Everybody loves babies. Babies are the ultimate sign from the Universe that beyond the veil, back where the Numinous dwells just out of site, there is innocence and tenderness and a Presence you just can’t keep from embracing.

Babies are soft and vulnerable and naïve. In order to thrive they need our love, our touch, our constant provisions. Babies bring smiles to our faces and we ‘coo’ and ‘goo-goo’ and contort our faces for minutes on end just to get one smile in return – even if it might have more to do with passing gas than a mutual response of endearment! Continue reading…