It’s Delovely . . .
. . . and it's Odin's Day . . . not much in the mailbox the past couple of days. This morning it was filled with … love.
Last Sunday was Cole Porter's birthday. He was born June 9, 1891, in Peru, Indiana, Most all of his compositions were about love.
“Love” is an impossible word. In its raw elemental form Love is merciless. It is non-negotiable, it does not ask for reciprocation or for our affections to be requited. Love just wants to take the path to a deeper and greater love and will burn away in its fire any who will not follow its uncompromising way. Love, we are afraid to discover, just wants us to love – David Whyte
If you are willing to go there: The payoff is a gradual transition...a gradual willingness to release the patterns of protection in favor of connection, allowing the kinds of relationships Adrienne Rich celebrated as ones “in which two people have the right to use the word ‘love.'”
Fr. Richard Rohr addresses the matter of intimacy and sexuality.
The time will come
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror...
– Derek Walcott
Love is simply … Delovely.
Have a lovely day …