A good friend of mine wrote this beautiful piece, and so I thought I’d share it. In our bedlam of a world, we seldom make time or space for Love – real Love, not the cheesy, phony, often exclusively amorous expressions of love we’re inundated with on a regular basis from crappy music and Hollywood (or Bollywood). What’s missing is the organic, the natural rhythm of things with which we’re all endowed. But in the chaos of the (post-)modernity, it got lost along the way.
Perhaps the wise words from a dear friend might help us find it again.