A Tale of Our Deep Love for One Another
The heart most tender and golden calls to her love in shimmering and ecstasy.
by Janice DeCovnick
In the beginning,
there were two souls.
We loved each other and still do. We had two children whom we loved with all our hearts and still do. One day a fierce gale brought sorrow into our midst, and we were sore afraid. The wind blew away the music and the color from our lives. We had to find them again or die. And so began our search amid all creation for what was lost. We journeyed among the gifts that tucked themselves into stone, the rush of wind and water, all that lives and breathes magnificence, the lush and the parched, and pearls and diamonds in the sky.
Where the wind blew we went. We listened. And the wind spoke. The wind breathed a new life into us. We flew on eagles’ wings. We found the river and the roiling waters that tumbled and danced. We rode upon the high places of the earth and danced there. We loved the wildness and the fury and the mountaintops encrusted.
Excellent, timeless waters washed the sorrow and the fear from our hearts. These we gathered into a book that sang love notes. We placed therein the color we had lost and now regained. We found ourselves called to a well of eternal joy and peace and even abundance. We sang to the moon and the stars of the awe of creation and the splendor of this earth. We wrapped ourselves in light and listened to the words that formed in the heart. And in the dunes of the desert we sat and meditated in the quiet morning light.
The call began to deepen. Spirit invincible and eternal beheld our faltering steps toward lasting peace and directed our engagement and intention in powerful streams of ancient splendor. We needed to find a way to share our love for one another, and for the creation that God gave us, and for the peace to be entered therein. What we might embrace with our hearts could not be shared in words alone, for the wind is more powerful and the song more bold that tarries in the heart of the mountains and forests and sea. Nor could pictures alone convey the wind’s whispering. There was magic that needed capturing in another way.
Love is a vibration experienced with every moment of living encounter in piercing uproar and in harmonious joy that emanates passion. So we gathered our photographs which matched the vibration experienced, and the words which beckoned contemplation, that we might bring you to the well from which we drank. But of course our renderings only invite you to begin a journey that is all your own: living waters satisfy inner longings to be discovered on the journey to the well. We invite you to join us as we begin a remarkable chapter to share the love encountered among the wild places of the heart and soulful longings we shared with one another.
The soul savors. The soul reels. So too, the heart. The soul remembers. The soul cherishes. So too, the heart. The soul waits. The soul tarries. So too, the heart. The soul listens. The soul speaks. So too, the heart. The soul gives. The soul receives. So too, the heart. The waters of the soul suffuse every pathway among longings of the heart. Our hearts drank from the waters of the soul and were refreshed, nourished, restored, awakened once again.
What do you love?
What do you cherish?
What calls to you in the night and again at dawn? What nourishes and sustains you when the whirlwind rages all around? When are you called unto unfathomable depths within where a radiance glows in shimmering ecstasy? May the roiling waters and the towering mountains, the shimmering of sunsets and the whisperings of the wind, sunrise on the desert and the quest of the leopard at dusk, reflections in the pool and reflections in the tumult, the gaze of thy beloved and heavens’ gaze upon us all help you to those unfathomable depths; there in the shimmering may you remember a still greater splendor: in the ancient waters of the soul there resides our deep collective love for one another and for all creation we have been given. Let us care for the Earth below and the heavens above.