Love is not an unknown.
It is just buried deep inside.
Love is not mysterious to the heart.
It is mysterious to the mind.
Love, it is true, is a deep root.
It is something we all must dig to find, choose to tug, and pull up from those depths (and many of you will know), this is sometimes a messy task. Not always pretty, but the dirt and mud on our hands, if we pull enough, is more rewarding than any taproot too painful to explore. For when the hands are washed love is clean and true, if only we accept it.
We come here today to celebrate this capacity.
The love for our friends–the love they have for us.
And, most of all, the love they have for each other.
Winter Station 