The Flowering of Love
A flower is more than its petals, it is a metaphor
It had been a long week. We were both busy, and had scarcely seen one another during the whole week. There is nothing unusual there. We are both professionals, whose profession is not just a job, but part of who we are. We are secure enough to realise this, although most people separate the ‘job’ from the ‘person’. In our case, we know that what we each have come to love in the other is the whole person. My work, my book...