is there anything we want more? any more basic need?
success, fortune, fame, power, legacy perhaps. i suppose some strive for these, but i know what i long for and what i yearn to give. it is one and the same: love.
glorious, failed, subjective, complete, faltering, unearned, sacrificial, foibled, falling short, rising above, wishing, stumbling, aching love. “to love and be loved,” is my mantra, as the carved words in the bow sprite of my novel showed me. for me, love is all.
my eldest daughter has 1 corinthians 13 tatooed on her foot. the “love chapter.”
like her, i think love is why i seek god, why i reach for, receive, channel god’s unending love. for me god and love are the same – the same energy, the same entity, the same truth and reality. god and love embody each other.
but that is another conversation. what i really was mulling was how love is at the center for me…what binds me to my husband, what motivates me with my children, what encourages me with my friends.
edna st vincent millay wrote it well in her sonnet “love is not all:”
“Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink
Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain;
Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink
And rise and sink and rise and sink again;
Love can not fill the thickened lung with breath,
Nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone;
Yet many a man is making friends with death
Even as I speak, for lack of love alone.
It well may be that in a difficult hour,
Pinned down by pain and moaning for release,
Or nagged by want past resolution’s power,
I might be driven to sell your love for peace,
Or trade the memory of this night for food.
It well may be. I do not think I would.”