Today’s writing challenge is about Love. I have to be honest. I don’t want to write about Love. I have filled this blog with stories of heartbreak, love un-returned, love not reconciled, left-over love and love poured out, undeserved.
What more is there to write about Love?
Love is a mystery to me. A swirling, crazy mystery housed in a deep well.
I have caught glimpses of the water in the well we draw love from. Though I have before attempted to love, I have made no dent in it’s offering. I see myself as I stand near this well alone in the heat of the day longing to draw deeply and give much.
The choice is this. I can grow desperate in the thirst and seek another well. I can wear myself out carrying pails of water in the sweltering heat. Trying. Striving. Attempting to have my fill in my own strength with my impostor spring.
Or, I can sit in the cool of the garden nearby. I can rest my tired bones and slow my anxious heart. I can soak in the beauty that flourishes and stay in that moment waiting for my time to sip the perfect spring waters.
I choose the garden. I choose the blooms and growth, the grass under my feet. I choose to enjoy the moment. I choose to rest and let time and life take course before me
For this is all I know about Love: Love never fails.