Love and its many faces.

I sit here feeling touched by love and one of her many faces. She has greeted me this morning with a warm smile, a golden sunrise in a strangely familiar city, and a letter from a friend. A letter of love, showing me another one of her faces.

I have moved through life hungry- with an insatiable appetite for love. If I turn a corner and see a smile, I take it to be a clue: love might live here, all I have to do is find it. Life becomes a treasure hunt and me? An Enola Holmes of sorts.

I have come to understand the joy and beauty of pouring out oodles and oodles of love, holding…