Friday, May 6, 2011
What was I thinking?
I was thinking (while allegedly meditating this morning) that I would write about love. Love: you know, that thing that no one can define, the big ole mystery that makes the world go round. I was going to write about brotherly love, divine love, I was even thinking I would write about romantic love.
What could I say about love that hasn't been said, sung, written, danced at least a million times? Well? My idea was to skip the task of trying to define different kinds of love (the Greeks did that already, so did C.S. Lewis, and many others), I thought I would address Love shamanically, as a force of nature that "comes over" (as Eric Clapton explained it). It is kind of amazing in that way, after all, how it arrives and then sometimes departs, just like that. (Sound of fingers snapping.) I was going to mention Cupid's arrow, the random quality of romantic love, the way it feels like a state of being that has been imposed, rather than something one might choose. Just as I began to think about unrequited love, I burst out laughing. I literally laughed out loud. I laughed hard. Oh man.
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!! Oh I am so funny sometimes. I should have been focused on my breath. Instead, I was thinking about love, and that thought, that idea, that image of me sitting down at the computer, letting the words flow, was such a beautiful, innocent, audacious concept.
For heaven's sake. I can be so ambitious sometimes. Forget that. Happy Friday, y'all.