Generative love

First comes love, then comes marriage. And then the baby in the carriage.

This is one form of generative (reproducing) love.

There’s another form of generative love I came to know when I lost my teacher, Michael Stone. A love that binds us through our very nature. Literally, we are connected because we are formed from the same elements. In the days Michael was in a coma, before he transitioned, I hiked through the forest in upstate New York. I felt his passing and his return to a more fundamental form of nature. This is generative love too.

Michael, I bow to you.