Most people think they understand love.

She had to rethink amidst the flood.

History and culture, socialization and education, fears and failures, hopes and dreams, the past and the present, the deep and the wide, all culminate and collide in a big cauldron, the contents of which has merely been skimmed. To each his own - cauldron and choices.

She had to be reminded that all that was available to give was all there was available to give, and it was freely given.

Running was an easy option. Immobility was equally easy. Neither was the solution.

The same yesterday, today and forever, He had always had a vested interest in purifying fires. Pure gold. Water into wine. Beauty for ashes.

Unlearning, learning and relearning; letting go, taking in and giving out.

Forgiveness, forgiveness, forgiveness.

Love that is unfailing, unconditional and infinitely more than the mind can ever comprehend.

She had to grasp.

Beauty for ashes.