Who today would praise br consciousness itself, br which brings new life and thought br every morning, opening br our minds a little more, br making the light seem brighter, br everything more vivid, br life itself more worth living? br br This morning, I read the words br ‘Love itself is understanding’… br br and in the mind, doors blew open, br windows rattled, a wind br that smelled of spring and grass and rain br blew through the mind br br and the word love br blew off the dusty shelf br along with the cobweb br but lay unbroken on the floor br waiting to be washed and put back br next to understanding br br and the silliest, biggest gift of all br is to know for the first time br what you’ve always known br br and which nearly two thousand years ago br Gregory the Great br also recognised for the first time, br maybe felt the same way, as if br he was entrusted with the key br to a large house on a windy day.