When you repeat a sacred act it’s ceremony. When you do something you loved again, even years after, in a different situation, it’s ceremony. Since each moment in your life is sacred, each time you take a breath it’s a repetition of a sacred moment, is is a ceremony. Memories trigger love and make a new ceremony. Last night I had mushroom risotto for dinner. As I tasted the mushrooms I tasted the last time I had mushroom risotto, several months ago with my wife far away in a different land,  and was swept into deep love. I loved her in this moment, while eating, in the soft breezes of the Greek night, and loved her in the restaurant months ago tasted mushrooms and spun into a vortex of love. You can love someone backwards and forwards at the same time. When I had the risotto in Greece after having the same risotto far away in another country months ago I loved her then and loved her now, I love her backwards and forwards until time stops and becomes only a point of light.