Art of Love

an online publication dedicated to deepening our connections, so that we lead more spiritual and emotionally fulfilling lives

Exploring The Intimate Relationship

"Two lovers float entwined in one another, ensnared by their emotion. He envelops and engages; she resists and surrenders. They struggle as one with equal passion and with passion equally. She balances his head in her arms. She supports him and nurtures his soul. He...

Are You His Eyes?

I had the incredible pleasure to collaborate with the brilliant artist and photographer Maira Santos of Silver Photo Journal. “I was wondering what he is thinking about while working. Let me know if you have a story on that.” I did. Right away I felt that I did and wanted to tune in further …

The Beloved’s Wrist & By the Sea: In Positano, Italy

The inside of the forearm always remains so tender – despite age and circumstance. Just above the fragile wrist, is the place where we can trace ourselves back to the very beginning – we can remind ourselves of the tenderness that never changed; of what we forever hold in our hearts despite changes, …

The Art of Loving: Exploring Love and Intimacy

Let every day be a painting. We change constantly. Even after many years together with one person living under the same roof, we still change, and we need to get to know each other — explore each other — all over again each day.
And just like art, there is always something new we can find in our partner — a new colour, a new sparkle, a new curve of a brushstroke, a new feeling…

Thoughts on Karma & Misunderstood Spirituality: Faces of God

Life has its own pulse. To see the face of God, may be we need to accept all of life’s aspects as they wave. Is there a purpose? Of course. But maybe it is just something beyond the understanding of our human condition; of a perception much higher than we will ever be able to fully realize in this life…

Nothing is as it Looks, as Reminded by a Sparrow

As I pass through the backyard heading home I see a little sparrow lying on the walkway. Not moving. I kneel next to it as my heart sinks hoping it’d move and fly away; hoping it isn’t dead but may be it is just … resting? But still, the sparrow is not moving. I look...