So that’s a good question–why love anything?  It will only hurt in the end.  One of us will die before the other.  You’ll piss me off, I’ll leave mad.  Or you’ll get sick and I’ll be powerless.  If I get a pet, I’ll probably outlive it and love it and then cry for days when it is gone.  Why bother with friendship, intimacy or love.

Why not? I guess is the best answer.  What else do we have to do?  What else brings the most bliss, the heavenly gaze, the timeless delight of walking or sitting with a pet that gives that complete unconditional affection? 

It’s a funny game we set up, us spirits here playing as humans, to have such an astounding fulfilling thing as love be an emotion that seems to fill up and then rip the heart out.  Once wounded, some of us never try anything again, closed up tight like a stubborn flower bud resisting spring.

Love just happens like the seasons I guess.  We try to hide beneath the cold crust of earth, staying deep in Gaia’s womb.  But then the warmth, fragrance and sweetness of spring calls us out.  We unfurl our flags of happy, shake the pussywillow fuzz in the air and blossom into brilliant colors.  But then we wrinkle with age, droop with maturity and fruit pushes through the flower creating couples, new lives, and even children. 

Later we seek the warmth again of the soil, we slowly lean into the home of dirt and ash, ready to lie down and weep with gratitude at such a Divine gift of human life.