hoosakitty

...Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or Bends with the remover to remove.
O, no! It is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests and is never shaken.
It is the star to every wandering bark,
whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.

~ William Shakespeare

The tempest hasn’t come yet…only mild storms blowing us steadily closer. But I can see it looming, dark and foreboding on the horizon, like an angry shaitan groaning with rage...hungry for release. I’m not worried…I will cling to his strength, confident in unshaken love, and weather the onslaught.