Love is a mystery. Certainly, we can talk about what it feels like when we love or feel loved. Neuroscience can tell us about our brains in love, poets can expose some of the depths of the emotion, and psychology and mindfulness can awaken us to how it arises in ourselves. Yet, relationships touched by love have qualities that go beyond anything we can consciously explain.
My Mom died 12 years ago, yet every Mother’s Day I still have an urge to do something for her….
To read the whole post, go to The Good Men Project, who published it on Mother’s Day.
Remembering Those Who Have Loved Us
Love is a mystery. Certainly, we can talk about what it feels like when we love or feel loved. Neuroscience can tell us about our brains in love, poets can expose some of the depths of the emotion, and psychology and mindfulness can awaken us to how it arises in ourselves. Yet, relationships touched by love have qualities that go beyond anything we can consciously explain.
My Mom died 12 years ago, yet every Mother’s Day I still have an urge to do something for her….
To read the whole post, go to The Good Men Project, who published it on Mother’s Day.
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