Ryguy — Some bits as always to chew on with your comment. Love is all that rolling the dice but then holding the dice close to you. Do we get to choose with it? I think it’s something like an active choice. Something we fight to open for again and again. Something we soften ourselves and give our vulnerability to that person in trust that they will honor and protect it.

It’s that dance of rose petals being pulled and keeping those delicate petals protected from all the elements life puts it through.