Love Lost & Found.
What could me more worthy of dedicating space to than love?
Sharing stories, symbols and suffering from love lost. Discovering hope, belonging, acceptance from love found. I've written a three part series dedicated to these insights.
- Part I: Love is a skill [here].
- Part II: Love is a mystery [this post!].
- Part III: Great love and great achievement require great risk [to be published].
So here goes Part II...
"Love is a Mystery. We’ll learn what life is as we go.
No maps, no guides, or answers." — Max Mendoza
Love fascinates me. My favorite stories are love stories. How people met. What drew them to one another. How they knew that person was their person. How their love grew. Their favorite things about one another. How it feels to wake up in the other’s arms. What lessons they’ve learned from one another. What gifts they’ve shared. What challenges they’ve faced together. What’s their vision? What’s next?
All of it.
Some people call that being nosey. I call it being passionately curious.
Studies show that sharing these stories releases oxytocin. People experience gratitude and joy as they reflect on some of the most meaningful moments of their lives.
Sometimes when I ask couples these questions, they have never heard one another share these feelings so deeply or tell these stories so vividly.
One of my favorite moments was at Burning Man this past year. I befriended a group of “technicolor teddy bears”, we were all wearing technicolor fur coats and became a crew.
There were two bears named Astonish Bear and Beastie Bear. At first, I didn’t realize they were a couple, then I sensed something and asked one of the other bears. She smiled and said, “they’re Care Bears.”
We all cuddled up together and I said to Astonish and Beastie, “You’re Care Bears.” They looked at each other, smiled, and said, “Yes, we are.”
I asked Beastie Bear how they met.
They met in Tennessee. He hosted a Burner dinner party and Astonish Bear was invited by a friend. He saw her and it was like time stood still. She astonished him.
Her beauty, her energy, the way she lit up a room.
She started hosting events in the area too. She even led the first regional Burn in Tennessee, mostly by herself.
You could hear the admiration in his Tennessee twang as he spoke.
But the best part was seeing the way she looked at him while he told his love story about her.
“She’s my Playa Queen,” he said.
It was pure beauty.
I could hardly bare (no pun intended) the love and delight I felt in my heart from being able to witness their connection.
I felt like I got to soak in their lovecuzzi (love jacuzzi) for a moment. Bubbles and everything!
Feeling safe, love, and accepted by a special someone is no small thing.
Looking into the well of someone else’s soul. Starting into the eternity of their eyes. Feeling the warmth of their skin on yours. Lying entangled in a web of affection. Seeing them at their worst and loving them even more for it.
There’s nothing else like it.
My first love told me, beauty is meant to be shared.
And your beloved is someone to share the mystery of love with.
With love lost & found,