𝗟 𝗢 𝗩 𝗘
It’s what’s on my mind in 2019. As my life interweaves with others, with work, and with creative passion— out of the fabric arise answers to questions that attempt to discern where I end and the rest of the world begins. And LOVE it seems is the glowing testament to the fact that the longing, and the restlessness in my oh, so human heart it triggers are the catalyst for my creative soul.
So why can’t I help but wonder— Is love truly a guarantee of self-fulfillment, or merely a promise as fragile as a marital vow? I have seen hearts break, beauty fade, I have seen greed, and I have seen cruelty. Amidst all of this, LOVE seems to have taken a back seat. But, no more.
Then, in the midst of this chaos, I remember. All of it. The undying love and tenderness in my father’s eyes when he looks at my mother even today, the songs of love that still tug at my heartstrings from my native India, the wetness of every tear that I have ever wept over a broken heart, the abyss of every love lost to its death and that it somehow led to new life, every fiber of the carpet onto which I collapsed in the throes of pain during the greatest heartbreak that catapulted into an even greater transition in my life, every stone I overturned to climb my first mountain… I’m reminded that my heart is not a stone — it is free with feathers. I have burnt to the hollow ground and I have risen clad in ashes. I have known hell and I have known love. Love was bigger. Love IS bigger.
So— hear! hear! Universe. I am opening up my heart to love again. The kind of love that hears how loud the door bangs whenever I go through it, and yet through my anger sees the big tears I brush away. The kind of love that discovers the asymmetry of our affections and yet stands still. The kind of love that lets me sail free and whose shore I would return to again and again. 🖤