First, a shout out to the talented and dedicated young men and women whom I joined last weekend in Santa Fe to form the supergroup known as Rock Box. Pictures (which have been all over facebook) don’t do the occasion full justice but at least lend a sense of its transcendental nature.
For my status sometime a few weeks ago I asked the question: “What is the opposite of love?” Though I appreciated and could identify with the answers given at that time, my query sprang from something I had either read or heard not long before. This juxtaposition constituted a compelling answer: “Hate is not the opposite of love. Fear is the opposite of love.”
I’ve been learning about love for essentially my whole life. I’ve been blessed with both immediate and extended family members who have loved me from the beginning, and the feeling is certainly mutual. Though I may not be able to describe it eloquently, I have a good idea of what that kind of love means and how it feels.