Love.

August. A sudden idea of the relationship between ‘lovers.’

We are neither male nor female. We are a compound of both. I choose the male who will develop and expand the male in me; he chooses me to expand the female in him. Being made ‘whole.’ Yes, but that's a process. By love serve ye one another…. And why I choose one man for this rather than many is for safety. We bind ourselves within a ring and that ring is as it were a wall against the outside world. It is our refuge, our shelter. Here the tricks of life will not be played. Here is safety for us to grow.

Why, I talk like a child!

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August 29. “If I could only sweep all my garden up the hill, to your doors!” Her perfect little gesture as she said this.