The other day a friend told me that I’m a teacher of love and I need to understand it as my purpose. So I sent her a snapshot of the sign I had made by Dr. Bob and hung over my threshold:
Another friend had come to see me recently, his wife, my dear friend, had passed last May and he was struggling to find his footing even while his children were adjusting better than he. I counseled him to open his heart and that in loving and letting love in and out freely, he’d find his way clear. It’s what his wife would want for him and for her children.
He called me last night and told me the very next day after he was here, he’d met someone and he owed it to me and my encouragement to open his heart wide. I was overjoyed – for him. He’s a catch – a rocket scientist, a woodworker extraordinaire, a smart and funny man who more than deserves love.
Cupid sought him out immediately as a catch.
I don’t know how these things work. I don’t know what is determined in the timing of love. I don’t know the mechanics of love. Why do you love one in lieu of another. I don’t understand the fickleness or determination of the heart. I don’t understand how your heart works itself into a marriage with every other part of your body – eyes, lips, touch, smell, taste.
I don’t know love at all.
But I do know this as a teacher of love, you must keep your heart open and it is a daily challenge. There are many people who will make you want to harden your heart. There is a monkey circling your head who tells you: you don’t deserve it, you’ve been hurt before and might be hurt again, there is a nag that says it will all end in bourbon and regret. You need to cage the monkey. You need to scrape the callouses off your organ. You need to pump love in and out and exercise your heart so that it is ready when Cupid appears.
Cupid is looking for an open heart. Is your heart ready today?