Sent : Friday, July 20, 2007 3:10 PM
Subject : tickle itch words [an excerpt]

Is it that we are, in our culture, in our world, generally, afraid of love and instead choose to be constipated, fearing that love will catch afire, burn down forest, straw market, Rome?

Why are we so afraid to love; afraid of it being the wrong love; the wrong person; afraid of it jumping the track it should have been on; bursting out of the skin it should have been in?

Why, Juanita, are we so afraid of love? Is it actually as volatile as fire, flammable, needing to be kept apart from fuels like gasoline; requiring us to switch off vehicle engines when we pull into a service station?

I wish we didn't have to be afraid and could just love. Jesus, I think we miss life, miss out on living and worms in the end feast upon us with so much delight when we in life should have been as vigorous, as lively.

Am I preaching? Forgive me.