“All you need is love . . .” or so sayeth numerous songs, poems, novels, and nonfiction how-tos that tell us how to get it, how to keep it, how to lose it, and how to pine for it. With all that information floating around out there on the topic of love, you’d think the human race might have this elusive essence fairly under control.
Um . . . we don’t.
Love. A simple four-letter word. Love can rocket us to the stars or plunge us into the depths of despair. Sometimes used as a noun, then again as a verb. Uh-oh, we’ve got problems already! Throw in the concept of emotions and surely we have a brew with bizarre ingredients. There is no sure cure for love. (I swear, at times, it is a disease!) From pure passion to psycho mind games, the gambit of experiences each of us may encounter in the rapturous beat of the inflamed throb of the heart can leave us reeling for months, sometimes years, floating adrift in a sea of what-could-have-been or leaving us simply smiling and weightless in the memory of a moment of ecstasy.
Mick and I have been married for more than twenty-five years. More entertaining and awesome, we are still together and speaking to one another. Marriage aside, there are all sorts of loving relationships, including those with your parents, siblings, children, significant others, friends, teachers, and pets. Love is a never-ending energy that can encompass people, places, and things. Love is you.
And the magick in this little book?
Why . . . it’s love.