Our love is a falling. Like the colors of the trees...
I used to be intrigued by the concept of a bottomless pit when I was a kid. This was a popular plot device used in the "80s, esp. in cartoons. "Nooo not the bottomless pit, nooooo" and the plan the villian laid for the hero usually fell through and in the pit the villian would go. (Hahaha, fell through.)
Finding Your Footing at the Bottom Makes It Easier To Walk Away
Our love is like that, a bottomless pit of passion, beauty, and a holy hot mess of emotion.
There was a time I found myself at the bottom, and I took my wife for granted. It took a lot of honest conversations for my floor to give way and my descent to continue.
A falling deeper into vulnerability. A falling further into our wounds, tragedies, and triumphs.
A daring descent into the mysteries of my wife's magnificence, heartaches, and why she thought it was called laundrymat, not laundromat.
(Boo: "You don't do your laundro, you do your laundry. So why would it be called laundromat?"
Me: Falling of the couch laughing...")
I don't want to gain my footing when it comes to love.
It's like, when we fall, our natural instinct is to catch ourselves, protect ourselves, from getting hurt. Same as when we are in relationship. Yet we have to let ourselves get hurt, risk it. Love is painfully beautiful like that, we take the pain and the pleasure.
It's not called arrive safely in love.
Written by: Jermaine Jay Lane
Photo by: Dhilung Kirat via Flickr and a Creative Commons License