I love Love. It’s a nice idea. It makes the world a better place. All we need is love. Love is a battlefield. Love, Love Love. I could go on for three pages with love song lyrics. I have love all over my life. I have love for my friends, a love so deep and real and committed. I have this amazing love from my family. I love them so much. I have known great love in relationships, each one somehow more fulfilling without lessening the love that came before.
I am blessed. For me it is a charmed life.
It is easy for me to see love as this infinite well, a source that cannot run out. Paradoxically, the more one gives of it’s contents, the more of the stuff keeps bubbling up exponentially proportionate to what is given. The real trick is to keep the perpetual motion machine going. It requires maintenance and trust and belief. But, for me, it works.
But I am finding myself in this space I haven’t known for a while. I am open to falling in love (Of course, I blog, so this is a very public openness. Which is confronting). Like romantic, head over heels, crazy about you, flowers and candles, holding hands, kissing for hours kind of falling in love. It’s interesting, because for the first time in years, I am finding myself going down that wildflower lined path, visualizing this beautiful future of love. Fun and terrifying. If you ever wanted to pounce on me… Now would be the time.
It is this fine line, too. On one hand, I want to be open to whatever loving possibilities are there for me, trusting the world to deliver a woman of such caliber as to truly knock my socks off. That kind of trust requires this vulnerability to emotion that scares my tender little inner teenager. So, on the other hand, I have this very real measure by which I am looking for this woman, which requires a certain level of detachment. I made this list, of an ideal partner for me. Sometimes, I see it as too specific.
Specificity versus Openness. It’s a balancing act.
Life is what happens when we are busy making other plans. Because as soon as I really started speaking of this openness, I find myself happily confronted with choices. It seems like more are just flooding to me. I am getting this great experience of being the one who gets to choose. Of course, I keep with the romantic fantasies, they keep it entertaining. I think the trick is to have a fantastic imagination and absolutely no attachment to an outcome. A good magician is at the same time utterly gullible and shrewdly skeptical.
And there is no big hurry. There is time enough for love. Wow, as much as that is my favorite saying, it is really easy to forget. I forgot it until I just typed it. Falling in love is fun, but there is no need to rush it. I need to tattoo that on my forearm.