How is it that hurt arrives, fully dressed onto our front porches and into our homes?
How is it that we invite hurt in and then delicately and sometimes violently serve it to our friends, lovers, neighbours and strangers? That our bowels fill with tears we cannot cry and words that cannot be spoken?
How is it that the human heart is good at shielding away every thing that would make us admit that we have been failing at loving well and fully? That our only crime has been that we have not been loving hard?
Relationships are simple. Truly. On paper they move from A to B and to C effortlessly. We imagine ourselves as pros, strong and capable. We can do relationships like warriors.
But after walking into the arena we soon find out that not everything that is simple is easy.
Relationships take us on a journey. A journey that is unravelling even as it is edifying. But no matter how far we go or how wide our every limb is spread out, we must always come back home, beat brow and all, we must always come home to the truth: relationships are about love. Without love there is nothing lovely.
We must all set down our burdens and look at each other. To look closely to see where loveliness has died and bring it back to life.
Relationships should be the space where loveliness lives – the very love child of love herself.
I string together a wish, for you and for me, that the hurt will stop, between friends, lovers, neighbours, and strangers…because hurt is the opposite of lovely.
My wish is that we will become breathless for loveliness; to want it so bad we become fierce for it, for our relationships.
**I am taking a break from long posts so I can re-group, concentrate on other writing and finish my dissertation** xoxo