Let someone like you. Let yourself like someone. Let yourself like waking up next to her with the smell of the back of her neck and the mockingbirds going. The cool June gloom in the morning. Her hair’s messed up and she wraps around your arm like a baby. She doesn’t quite wake up but shifts a little. Takes a big breath. That’s what we’re here for. You don’t have to impress her. She doesn’t have to impress you. You don’t have to be with her forever. We’re all gonna die. Just be with her now. While whatever’s there is still there. Let yourself be happy. When it stops– if it’s tomorrow, if it’s death– you had it.
What the dying too often realize too late, what the dead try to speak back to us from across the river, is that a bowl of cherries passed and received, scrambled eggs cooked for and eaten with someone we love “is everything”, is sacramental, is holy communion, is the touch of love. We don’t go to a church and gather around The Table of New Life because that table alone is holy, nor because that exchange of life and love in the form of bread and wine can only happen there. We go to be reminded that all tables are holy if we pay attention and consecrate them with love and humanity and reverence. All the tables around which we gather with partners, families, friends, classmates, work colleagues, and strangers are potentially sacred meals if we are present and grateful and aware. The Jewish philosopher Martin Buber said “One eats in holiness and the table becomes an altar.”
To be loved is to be changed. The people we love shape our language, our thoughts and our choices. We can’t learn security in a vacuum. Independence won’t save us from having to depend on others.
to love is to be vulnerable
to be vulnerable is:
- knowing the risk of getting hurt, and that it's really gonna happen, but hopefully it's worth it down the road.
- letting your guard down and letting people in
- opening yourself up for judgment
- being honest about who you are and how you feel – even the ugliest part
- a willing and complete submission to the unknown
- giving someone the consent to hurt you, because you see something worth risking for. You care about it enough regardless of the prospect
to love is to know you're gonna get hurt. you can't avoid it, but you get to choose who gets to hurt you
9 nov 23