Someone asked me this morning on my Facebook page – I post a question topic every Sunday – what are the most powerful moments in my life, and I didn’t have to think about it. They mostly have to do with Maria, the shining light in my life. Feeling her love for me, mine for her, seeing her open and generous and creative spirit, watching how hard she works, how inventive and artistic she is. She has love in her heart for everyone and everything – donkeys, dogs, spiders, crickets trapped in the house, mice snatched from the jaws of Mother, people and friends.  And for her wonderful and inventive work. Maria saved me. I was heading for a loveless life, preparing to die a loveless death, alone and confused and stricken with panic and anger.

I now live a life with so much life, I expect to live a good while,  and want to, I never feel alone and the panic and anger and confusion receded almost every day, thanks in no small way to her dedication and patience in helping me get well, for believing in me, and supporting me, for  the strength in her from which I draw. Maria has opened me up creatively, led me to my photography, helped me change and better my writing, be more honest and open. How does one acknowledge such gifts? They cannot ever be repaid. I hope I return some of them.  To love her is a powerful moment all its own, a cosmic joy that echoes through the universe, the greatest of gifts, a song in my heart.

My most powerful moment was loving Maria and seeing that she loved me, and that love makes every moment of life powerful and rewarding beyond measure. Thanks for the great question.