… Because love is rarely neat and if it were, if it fit nicely within a single set of rules, if it were easy and predictable and it never scared the hell out of us or embarrassed us or cracked us open or filled us up… if it were always clear and never mysterious, always manageable and never out of control… if it were unfailingly beautiful and appropriate and acceptable according to some agreed upon standard by which we might measure the beauty and appropriateness and acceptability of a thing as big and wild as love… then we wouldn’t pine for it like we do. We wouldn’t write poetry or love songs or try to capture it on film and canvas, in stories, in books. We wouldn’t sculpt or dance or pray or chant or shout it.
If it were neat, it would be artless. And so would we.
~ from The Love Essays
The writing is done! This is a paragraph from the last essay, which I finished on Friday. To say that I’m excited is an understatement. This week I’ll be putting them all into one beautiful package for you, and then learning how to offer fancy downloads from my site.
I feel like I’m your girlfriend and I’ve got this just-right gift for you, and I’m too excited to wait for your birthday.