I love what I could love

I had a natural passion for fine clothes, excellent food, and lively conversation 
about all matters that concern the heart still alive. 

And even a passion about my own looks.

Vanities: they do not exist.

Have you ever walked across a stream stepping on 
rocks so not to spoil a pair of shoes?

All we can touch, swallow, or say aids in our crossing to God and helps unveil the soul.

Life smooths us, rounds, perfects, as does the river the stone, 
and there is no place our Beloved is not flowing, 
though the current's force you may not always like.

Our passions help to lift us.

I loved what I could love until I held Him, 
for then - all things - every world disappeared.

- St. Teresa of Avila