Lenore in the barn.

Lenore knows how to love, but the love of a dog is different, of course, than the love of people, although we often get confused about that. I think giving up on the idea of love is a kind of death. I have, like many others, known great sadness, fear and loneliness at times, and I think that I did not understand what love was, or what it meant. Love is difficult. It involves opening yourself up. Learning how to be selfless. Truly considering the life and needs of another. Putting your own needs aside. Listening. Learning. Sometimes, profoundly changing. Love was a great shock to me. I didn’t know what it was. I am struggling to comprehend it. It is essential to me, an experience that is helping me see who I really am, and who I want to be.

It forces me to be better, to grow.