Bernard of Clairvaux on Love

This week, I lay a bit more groundwork about what "love" is from within an historical Western tradition of Christianity.  I am doing this method of approach at the moment since our interpretations of things are bound up with our place, and America was born out of the West.  While one could argue enough already, like it or not Christianity and Culture have a very intermingled (and very complex) history that cannot be separated when we peruse back through the ages.  We, moderns, may find it hard since there is such a divide between anything "religious" and anything penetrating "culture."  That being said, perhaps an easy way to grasp it is to think of it (and this is just to open up our ears) as "spirituality" and "culture," something that at least here in California is pervasive and can be found anywhere--from my alternative doctor, to my friends of different faith, to energy work in my ballet class.

Today, I share about Bernard of Clairvaux, an 11th-century French monk who wrote about love
in an extremely tumultous time--there was a Holy War just beginning and the church just had a huge identity crisis. 
(Sound familiar at all?)