May Sarton is a favorite author of mine. She is long gone now,but her wisdom
through her journals and poetry I still seek.
This bit of thought comes from the book From May Sarton's Well , By Edith Schade
"The more our bodies fail us,the more naked and more demanding is the spirit,the more open and loving we can become if we are not afraid of what we are and of what we feel.
One of the censors that has been at work has been the notion that to be in love at our age is ludicrous and somehow not proper, that passionate love can be banished after sixty shall we say? That is one of the myths that has been around a long time, but it was never true. Love at any age has its preposterous side
-that is why it comes as a kind of miracle at any age.
It is never commonplace, never to be experieinced without a tremor.
But to stop arbitrarily the flow of life because of a preconceived idea, any preconceived idea,
is to damamge the truth of the inner person...that is dangerous.
Are we not on earth to love each other?
And to grow?
And how does one grow except through love,
except through opening ourselves to other human beings to be fertilized and made new?"