I have come to this village to learn what it means to love. I see that clearly tonight, under the light of a full moon. My friends and neighbors, in their imperfections, show mine to me. In their insistence of self they offer me a right to the same.
We are all, each and every one of us, quirky and flawed, obstinate, impatient, sometimes even cruel and unkind. But we are each also immeasurably beautiful, benign, glorious and magnificent in our rigid certainty, as well as in our wounded and opened hearts. I read once that living from the soul requires learning deep love over time. I am here for that.
We want to be loved. I must give this, myself, to my friends and my neighbors, but first to me.
The grace of compassion: I think I am beginning to know it.
Love to you all,