I am working on some lectures for my upcoming class, but I find myself sitting here and staring at the wall instead, caught in a mess. It’s hard to put words to all of the mess and have anyone understand every piece and how they all fit together to create a web of emotion, the messy web of love.
If there is one thing I have learned from my many years of watching Doctor Who, it is that things are not always a linear progression, most things are not at all. Yet, we still grow up thinking that you are a good kid, you are loved, you do well in school and are loved, you find the right spouse and the work of love starts, but you are still loved, your children will love you, your grandchildren will love you, etc. etc. Cause and effect. This, then that.
If time can be wibbly wobbly, timey whimey, then I am for certain that love can be wibbly wobbly too. It is not always a fairy tale … sometimes it looks more like the Young and the Restless. That doesn’t mean it’s any more or less love than the fairy tale. Sometimes you have faith and you are burned, sometimes you hang on and it’s your way to prove that your love is real. Sometimes, you have no other options because for whatever reason your soul is keeping you right where you are. Sometimes the heavens open up and angels sing and the love is an amazing gift that you cherish for fifty plus years. Sometimes, you learn that a loved one is battling something that even they do not understand; making compassion not only necessary, but essential. All of our love relationships – family, friends, lovers – are not going to be like the fairy tale, like the TV family shows, or even like a soap opera. That doesn’t mean it’s all useless.
Roll up your sleeves ladies and gentlemen, love is just plain messy.