Well now really when we go back into falling in love. And say, it’s crazy. Falling. You see? We don’t say “rising into love”. There is in it, the idea of the fall.

And it goes back, as a matter of fact, to extremely fundamental things. That there is always a curious tie at some point between the fall and the creation. Taking this ghastly risk is the... See more

I want love. Of course, I do. But I fear what it takes from me. I fear the way I let it rearrange me, the way it demands space in my mind even when I fight it. I fear how I lose myself in the wanting.

I used to think love would arrive with certainty, that I would just know . That love would be an unshakable thing, a home I could step into without... See more

Falling in love seems to happen mostly either by a process of osmosis or simple familiarity (and a lot of waiting) or by setting intentions of seriousness and weeding out partners who don’t share them. Sometimes, it happens randomly. Sparks fly. You’re reminded why there’s so much poetry, so much music, so many stories, so many cautionary tales... See more