He is in Assisi while I am in a seat at a meditation retreat.
Let there be space in your togetherness.
I once read that in a spiritual text, and didn’t my late mother warn against the closeness we shared as a newly married couple.
The oak and the maple don’t grow in each other’s shade.
I think that’s what the teaching said, but still we clung to one another for fear we would slip away like so many loves do, like my parents had from one another.
And yet there is also the concern of rot, of not enough light and air, soil and water.
Which is how we find ourselves in Italy and the Berkshires, and in this spaciousness may our fruit sweetly ripen.