The wheel of the year spins and brings with it new versions of the same challenges we have always weathered. The theme of this book is the cycle of a failing love. To try the same methods over and over again, but expect different results, is futile. Love is not a human thing; we fail Love when we attribute it to our humanity. Yet we ascribe our woes to the unreality of Love, because we refuse to be culpable when Love sours or shatters. I am guilty of this crime. I tried to package Love into an action, a word, a being, an object, a place. Love is not a god, nor is it a demon. It is not a blessing or a curse. Love is. That is all. It flows like a tide through us, but it sours when we try to shape into something tangible. And yet, we continue to attempt this unholy alchemy. The cycle of infatuation, love, loss, and recovery rolls on through the years. Maybe someday we will allow ourselves to just Be with Love. This book is stylized to represent the cycle of heartbreak and healing. Diary entries and reflections accompany some of the poetic offerings in this collection. Lettercast