The Healthiest Love
If you could pick any of the love stories in the world what would you choose? Where would it begin, what would be three turning points that would deepen and change your lives forever, and how would it end?
It would begin as two young love hungry pups. Who ferociously wish to see a romantic, passionate, and organic love for the rest of their lives. The meeting would be electric and the energy would astound … a sound that makes your hairs stand up. The moment starts with one and just continues to unfold like a rose ripening over time. The leaves opening wider and the uncovering of the soul slowly flows over time. For there is no way to rush a budding rose. In growing together the pedals would begin to fall off seamlessly. All of the parts that have become wilted and worn down overtime to be shed to another to be reborn into another beautiful life around the sun. A process of becoming. The fear of losing would be lost for both to see how it works.
Our first deepening would be the time where we decide to live life as one with all that nature is. That we would commit to the divine and open our mouths wide with joy in our eyes, tears streaming down our faces, and the warmest embrace of safe, home, love. This in fact coming from and growing through maybe many months, moons of striving for survival during the dry seasons. When the soul was too dry for the seed to germinate. The decision to try again and commit to the everlasting nature of life and death would bring the union to new heights.
Our wedding will be so special to us but I see our next deepening when we hear the breaths of our children. When we look into their eyes and into each other and realize how profoundly our lives have been changed … forever. In the following nights, days, week to come will be the most changing as we will begin a journey of a new way of being with 3 instead of 2. With 4 instead of 3. And maybe 5 instead of 4. With each change in season our love revitalizes. It freshens and crispens with the swift breeze of Spring.
Our third would be a marking of our life that we have created together. A symbol, a figure, a book, a movie, something that we get to share with the world because we chose to share this world together. It will have the swindles of highs and lows that most love stories do. Ours will feel like a remembering of why we came. Why we come. Why we choose to stay. It will be our legacy to be shared with our family, friends, loved ones, the Universe.
It will end with the sweetest of love messages. It ends with warm embraces. It will end with kisses that speak every utterance of all the words that share how much and whatever else that person meant to them. It will end with a bittersweet feeling. Forever changed. Forever. It will be a celebration and a coming together. A place to reconvene. To find the answers once again. To remember. Love. Life. Profound discernment of love of what it is and how it takes shape every turn. A prophecy. A declaration. A healing.
I am 24 years old. Next week I turn 25. I haven’t a clue how my life is going to take form, where it will lead me, and how I will get “there.” This dream, this vision keeps coming to me. It beckons me to its call. It says stop looking at the pain and go towards this love. It’s the only thing.