“To love at all is to become vulnerable.
Love anything and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal.
Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safely in the casket or coffin of your selfishness.
But in that casket-safe, dark, motionless, airless space, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable.
The alternative to tragedy, or at least to the risk of tragedy, is damnation. The only place outside Heaven where you can be perfectly safe from all the dangers and perturbations of love is Hell.”
- C.S. Lewis in The Four Loves
We just had a fright when Henley slipped on the kitchen tile floor and was unable to get enough traction to get up. So we worked to get him onto the rug under the kitchen table, and after a few minutes, he got up.
So far, he seems fine, but it got both of us to thinking - again - about just how much of our hearts are held captive by our friend Henley the Great Dane.
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