laws of love and gravity

Many of us have been fortunate enough to have found love of a great degree. A lot of us have experienced weeping over a love which ended. Though it was painful when it happened, only few of us actually regret being in that place at that time. It may be that painful, but the love itself that we felt almost makes up for the pain.

So what scares us when we fall in love? Is it our readiness? Or non-readiness, for that matter?

My theory is --it is the idea of falling. When we fall, we succumb to the magic of the law of gravity. We let go, whether it is our choice or not. The same thing happens when we fall in love. We fall, we succumb. We let go, hopefully because it is our choice. But even before a choice is made, we know falling is inevitable. And when we fall, we're not sure what awaits us. Will it be just a good old hard pavement or the arms that we're wishing to catch us?

She looked up into his eyes, and against all rules of gravity, she fell in love with him.

Time, whether a decade or just a year, was never a factor for fear. It never is. Only the act of falling.

Hope always accompanies fear. There's always hope that after the fall, what or who has fallen will be caught.

A great love finds its hearts. When one looks down, the other looks up, both of them fall, each heart waits and catches.


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my sabbatical leave has earned me a great one! yay!