All Posts By: Byron McCoy

               “That heat is an effect of love can be seen from many things, as that man from inmost grows warm according to his life’s loves, even in midwinter, and that the heat of the sun of this world has nothing in common with this heat; also that man grows warm, is enkindled, and is […]

               “Being is nothing unless it exists; and it becomes something by existing.  So it is with loving and doing, or with willing and acting; for to love, and not do, and to will and not act, are impossible, for they do not exist; but they exist in doing and acting; consequently, when man does […]

               Day by day, autumn showed the more—in yellow of the maple, morning sign, in descent and stairwell’s turn as she entered into day.                Day by day, she longed again for return to house in the trees; for dark set frame hewn of wood of the land that, made, became piece and part the […]

               “…love continually goes forth and returns through deeds, which are uses, since to love is to do.  For love, unless it becomes deed, ceases to be love, since deed is effect of love’s end, and is that in which it exists.”—Emanuel Swedenborg, Divine Love _____                Their love shone in the little deeds: in […]

               “We will go three days’ journey into the wilderness and we will sacrifice to the Lord our God as he as commanded us.”—Exodus 8: 27 _____                They heard the calling again—the wanderlust and needed ascension and escape from immanence’s small and life’s distraction.                 They packed in the night—no more than needed or […]