Mar 01 2025 19 mins
If breath is the focus, the anchor, refuge from an uncertain world, then maybe love is the antidote.
I’m not saying I know much about love other than that it feels absent in so many places, and crucial in even more.
I do know that love isn’t about two (or three or four) humans and our stary-eyed moments. It's about finding some way to keep our hearts open, available, and un-barnacled. It's about going down into the deep, to the belly of this remarkable vessel we call home, and ever so gently and lovingly scraping and prying off the detritus until the old, varnished, and luminous hull shines through.