This morning I fallen down the rabbit hole.
My mind is swirling around the language of Love.
It’s like an enigma, wrapped in a universe, wrapped in a poem.
On account of not having an answer, when a friend asked me, “What is Love?” I spent three years trying to find out. I documented my journey here. It was an impossible task at which I naturally failed, but some of the things there may be useful.
Some of us know intuitively when we’ve encountered Love. Maybe some of us didn’t recognize it on the first pass, but now, looking back, it is clear. Maybe we thought we saw it, but what we saw was actually something else; a poor imitation, a good attempt, but not the real thing.
Love is not a singular source that we can approach, visit for a while, feel replenished, and then return to our regular programming. Love finds its way into relationship, and into every corner of our lives. Visit the source enough, and we start staying a little longer. Keep hanging out, and the conversations shift from just small talk to things more meaningful, and personal, and vulnerable.
Love opens us up. It tells us things we need to know about who and how we are. Some things aren’t pretty, or comfortable, but they are helpful. That is, if our goal is Love.
If we desire peace, patience, joy, kindness, self-composure, goodness, and all those things that flow from Love, we must bare the learning, the trying, and the rain, along with the sunlight. There comes a time that we might see that the learning, the trying, and the rain are covered in Love themselves, but that might take a second (it has for me).
Love begs so many questions, and gives only the answers that grow our relationship to it. That’s probably one of the harder truths I’ve come to learn. With so much left to mystery, Love remains a journey of trust (no manipulation, no guilting, no shaming, just trust).
Love unveils truth, helping us to see and hear clearly, but never enough that we might think we know all things. Lest we put ourselves in Love’s place and forget the source.
Admittedly a daily note will never be enough to feel like a fulfilling exploration of an enigma, wrapped in a universe, wrapped in a poem.
DISCLAIMER: By no means do I consider myself perfected in my understanding, or exercise of Love. I’ve had my share of learning, trying, and rain – and expect that to continue. I share my thoughts here in the hopes that regardless of what we have faced, the pursuit of Love may be encouraged.