As my marriage progresses, the transformation we have undergone is sometimes difficult to articulate, but beautiful to rest in. These words best describe the ebb and flow of love, how we must boldly and consciously endure the fullness of life and also the ease in it being pricked, deflated, yet yet yet not finished, not buried. Resurrection has been infused with new, afresh meaning over the past few years because of love. Thank the heavens.
Sometimes the one who is running from the Life/Death/Life nature insists on thinking of love as a boon only. Yet love in its fullest form is a series of deaths and rebirths. We let go of one phase, one aspect of love, and enter another. Passion dies and is brought back. Pain is chased away and surfaces another time. To love means to embrace and at the same time to withstand many endings, and many many beginnings- all in the same relationship.
— Clarissa Pinkola Estés (Women Who Run with the Wolves)