At the ripe young age of about 21, somehow I knew this to be true:
To love is to risk.
To love is to embark on an adventure with no assurance of how it will all work out.
And.
To love is an adventure worth taking.
In other words, Love is high risk adventure.
In the 1970s, I asked my cousin, a calligrapher in his early years, to capture this idea in a piece of art that would hang on a wall to remind us of this truth about love.
He did.
It has become a historical family picture that has moved from house to house and family to family ever since.
May the adventure continue.
