Where Love and Need are One

Painting "Arctic Dreams" by Robin Eschner - see Robin Eschner dot com

Such work of art reflects our own speechless memories.
How do we hold onto such an experience? Or can we ever?


Only where love and need are one,

And the work is play for mortal stakes,

Is the deed ever really done

For Heaven and the Future's sakes.

(from Robert Frost "Two Tramps in Mud Time")

The following massive chasm cut into the limestone by the sea was photographed by Richard Webb [Some rights may still be reserved]© Copyright Richard Webb and licensed for reuse under Creative Commons License The place is in Southwest Wales Coamarthan Bay and is called by some "The Huntsman's Leap"
How is it that we feel the longing for love and need together and know the mortal stakes even within an immense landscape often with seldom a nearby soul?

Do you feel the inner need as more tangible - more "real" than the "solid" places around you? Do you see the "actual universe" of unfathomable sea and rock mostly as "metaphor" of inner longing? Is this just for the contemplative, the artist, the scholar? Or do we all in some way? If so, how does this happen?

What when the Need and the Love shifts from our infinite yet small places into the world at large?



"We cannot, of course, save the world, because we do not have authority over its parts. We can serve the world though. That is everyone’s calling, to lead a life that helps." -- Barry Lopez

And what of a Life that Leaps?