Loving Without Labels

The temptation to name something before it has had time to ripen sufficiently and reveal a little of its complex flavours is nearly overwhelming. We LOVE the idea of being in control more than being out of control in the domain of daily uncertainty, but loving and being loved is a gentle art requiring some sleight of hand, some watching, some waiting and a good deal of receptivity to what blossoms between us, especially when it doesn’t seem to match the dictates of our narrow desires or the strict categories of social messaging.

Loving ultimately seems to require some adeptness at simply being love. Far too often we get caught up in the self-imposed games of grasping and aversion and, of course, this sort of approach can only render loving and being loved an inherently unstable entity. Thus, disappointment. Thus, the edict to be love.

Be the love you wish to see in the world.