Fond Memory Brings The Light

The Heart That Has Truly Loved Never Forgets, But As Truly Loves On To The Close.

When We Relate To Our Bodies As Having Soul, We Attend To Their Beauty, Their Poetry And Their Expressiveness. Our Very Habit Of Treating The Body As A Machine, Whose Muscles Are Like Pulleys And Its Organs Engines, Forces Its Poetry Underground, So That We Experience The Body As An Instrument And See Its Poetics Only In Illness.

A Soul Mate Is Someone To Whom We Feel Profoundly Connected, As Though The Communication And Communing That Take Place Between Us Were Not The Product Of Intentional Efforts, But Rather A Divine Grace. This Kind Of Relationship Is So Important To The Soul That Many Have Said There Is Nothing More Precious In Life.

Humility, That Low, Sweet Root, From Which All Heavenly Virtues Shoot.

It Is Only Through Mystery And Madness That The Soul Is Revealed.