12 x 12 inches
Do you want to know what saved me? Art. The countless hours of meditation, prayer and devotion in front of the canvas altar. The release of the control and the outcome. Georgia O'Keeffe referred to this as, making your unknown known.
Nature saved Mary Oliver. You sense this when you read her poems, written with a humble, delicate hand as she describes the small and infinite miracles she observes in her daily walks. She finds equal beauty in mud as in the delicate wings of a dragon fly, a blade of grass or the song of the Mockingbird.
I suppose at the root, it's really love and beauty that saves us. If we watch and listen, they lead us to our passions and devotions.
Can love alone save? I'm not sure that is possible - love for love either creates suffocation or loss, when that love becomes possession and brings along its companions, jealousy and envy.
When your love becomes an obsession, eventually you smother that which you love. The object of your love begins to feel trapped in a cocoon which tightens over time. As there is no room for them to spread their own wings, your love becomes a mantle of suffocation, so they whisper, "please - let me go."
And if you truly love, not for yourself, but for them, you have no choice but to let go. Loss.
Yes, love each other fiercely and completely, but make space for yourself to explore and discover other passions, as there lays true salvation and happiness.