All Work

Love is the fibrous intermingling of our lives and beings. All else falls away into the forgotten gravestones of wounding ill-spoken words and awful permeating silences now buried under the rain-softened leaves of fallen time. Now there is only the clarity of love - notes played true which run like a plumbline through our beings. It nourishes in silence and absence, it enlightens in the midst of all the darknesses we encounter.

Unique and separate in our union we are children and mother and father and man and woman and vision and music and water and fire and earth and air and darkness and light. Coming together in our union we are stars hurled bright and igneous transcending exploding and spiraling through the darkness.