Morning Dew"Love, like cardinals that suddenly appear from the wild blue yonder,
always seems to be a gift we do not deserve.
Love is the opening through which we have the best
chance of glimpsing an abiding presence of the sacred within Being itself.
In the degree that we are cherished as children or adults,
a loving conspiracy is woven around us that undergirds our lives
with a sense of the sacred. Love, as Gabriel Marcel,
the French philosopher, says, is 'a concrete approach to the mystery of being.
' These days, gathering the memories of the important people in my life,
I am reminded that the love freely given to me, no less than my DNA,
has informed my trajectory through life, my destiny."
— Sam Keen in Sightings: Extraordinary Encounters with Ordinary Birds
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