Love is Metaphysical Gravity
Yesterday my love and I spent the day together, running with a friend at dawn, driving to Byron Bay, surfing, picnicking, reading, snoozing…enjoying van life.
We ended the day having dinner at a pizza restaurant, still sandy, salty, tangled.
We talked about love. Our love. Its ease. The confidence found together in our love. Mature love. Needing no artifice or display. Wanting for little. Gracious, spacious, grounded in support and care.
Beside our table sat a young couple. I would not trade a single thing to go back to youth, to all the angst. The insecurity. The lack of confidence.
A few days ago I was looking at photos of me in my twenties. I spent so much of my younger life obsessed with my body image, convinced I was overweight, focused on the parts of me I didn’t like.
Now, seeing these photos I was amazed at how ridiculous this obsession was. The time spent wasted in this inane story.
All that time I could have dedicated to something more worthy. Something bigger than me.
It is the way out of smallness. Of being trapped in a vortex of self-lies and deception. Of obsession.
To find something far bigger than our small selves. Something worth caring about. Not the obsession focused on us, or on being loved by the mythical other.
Bucky Fuller said love was metaphysical gravity. The glue, the force that keeps humans from either collapsing into a messy human heap or being obliterated by war and hostility.
We cannot fall in love, for that is to collapse. We must orbit in love…like our home planet does with the sun, the moon and the stars.
To know this about love, about partnering, about how to be with our fellow humans in all dimensions of relationship, this is to grow up. Not an easy path but a worthy one.
Photo taken February 14th 2021
