For one human being to love another; that is perhaps the most difficult of all our tasks, the ultimate, the last test and proof, the work for which all other work is but preparation.
Once the realization is accepted that even between the closest human beings infinite distances continue, a wonderful living side by side can grow, if they succeed in loving the distance between them which makes it possible for each to see the other whole against the sky.
This relationship is quite unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before, and I’m saying that from a completely sober and non-emotional place, not as some lovestruck schoolgirl marveling at the butterflies in her stomach. More than I feel safe and loved and beautiful and giddy and at peace and comfortable with surrender and vulnerability, I feel completely and utterly as though I fit into someone else’s nooks neither having to change my own shape nor chisel away at his. Everything is so simple and easy that had someone told me this story six months ago, I would not have believed such simplicity and ease could exist in my life. But it can, and it does, and later this week, we’re taking this show on the road. Namaste.