Tuesday ~ December 8, 2015

But how are we to love when we are stiff and numb and disinterested? How are we to transform ourselves into limber and soft organisms lying open to the world at the quick? By what process and what agency do we perform the Great Work, transforming lowly materials into gold? Love, like its counterpart Death, is a yielding at the center. Not in the sentiment. Nor in the genitals. Look deep into my eyes and see the love-light.Figured forth in intelligent cooperation, sensitive congeniality, physical warmth. At the center the love must live... Love is not a doctrine, Peace is not an international agreement. Love and Peace are beings who love as possibilities in us.

(Mary Caroline Richards, 1916 - 1999)