I believe in love.
The evolutionary spark, the life force.
The heart’s voice, the knowing that comes from beyond thought.
The inspiration, the jolt of energy, my highest excitement.
The whispers of my soul.
I feel the little fox unfurl by the fire of my heart, basking in the light, sleekly out into the dark, wary and vigilant. Why not leap and bound and roll down the muddy banks of life into the silken icy streams? Why not howl?
Each time my vulpine friend peeks out, I urge her to be brave and tear shrieking through the woodland, chase the sunlight, roll and scratch on the rocks, tumble into the rapids. Still she only creeps, two steps forward one step back: now bold, inquisitive, provoking, testing the electricity in the air… now recoiling, lashed and afraid from the storm, now weeping into deep wet fur. But we are young, and the world is unfolding. The howl is rising in perfect time for spring, winter hibernation seduces her now. The deep dark solitude of the den.
There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues.They are messengers of overwhelming grief…. and unspeakable love. – Washington Irving
“Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.” ~ Louise Erdich, The Painted Drum