I got up early this morning to read the Kabbalah, the mystical writing of the ancients, and a wonderful part of my life. I especially loved this:

“These letters are four spirits – spirits of love and delight of all limbs of the body, with no sadness at all. There are four spirits in a kiss, each blending with its companion; and when one spirit blends with another, and the other blends with this, they become two and two as one…As they separate from those four spirits is formed one fruit, one spirit composed of four spirits, and this ascends, splitting the heavens until it rises and settles by a certain palace called the Palace of Love, a palace upon which all love depends, and that spirit is similiarly called Love. When this spirit ascends, it arouses that palace to unite above.”

As I read this strange and beautiful passage, I think of the farm as a Palace Of Love, and our homes as such a palace, a place upon which all love depends. The kiss is everywhere on the farm, and all love depends on it, I think.  And I think sometimes we need to take back religion, and return it to wonderful, loving and affirming faith the mystics meant it to be? Can you imagine all the angry spirits on television, invoking religion while desecating its spirit, ascending to a Palace Of Love? Perhaps one day.