Pure
Love
“The
only creatures that are evolved enough to convey pure love are dogs
and infants.” Johnny Depp
I
wish you could see the expression on Elise's face when her daddy
smiles and talks to her. It can only be described as bliss and
involves her whole body—her arms wave and her feet kick and her
smile is gigantic. Clearly, if she could, she'd be jumping for joy.
It is the same delirious glee I see in Liza when I come home after
being away for a short time. She jumps up and down, and turns in
circles, her tongue hangs out and she makes little grunty sounds of
pure delight. In that moment, both are overcome by almost unbearable
love.
Babies
and dogs live close to the source of all emotion—joy, sorrow,
anger, rage—they are in the moment, and whatever they feel is
reflected in their whole being. I can approach this degree of purity
and clarity on rare occasions, but only briefly. And the reason for
this is that my head gets in the way. As we gain time and history, we
know that bliss is fleeting; we know that for every joy there will be
sorrow; in every deep and all encompassing love, there is the fear of
loss. But babies haven't learned that yet, and pups never do. Through
them we can experience vicarious jubilation and untainted soul.
Thank God for that.
In
the Spirit,
Jane
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