"The beginning of love is the will to let those we love be perfectly themselves, the resolution not to twist them to fit our own image. If in loving them we do not love what they are, but only their potential likeness to ourselves, then we do not love them: we only love the reflection of ourselves we find in them." ~Thomas Merton, No Man Is an Island I am so happy to back back in posting mode. Not only have I been mourning my uncle's passing and comforting my mother, but I also scratched my cornea No big adventure story here. My allergies have been running rampant this spring. I had a particularly itchy-eyed night, and awoke to find myself vigorously rubbing my right eyeball. It felt like there was grit in it. Upon awakening, I ran to the bathroom and splashed cold water on my face. Too late. Damage done. That was Friday night. My Zombie eye Saturday. Saturday morning, one of my sweet piano students looked up at me and gasped, "What happened...