Valentine’s Day: Love and Blood and Water

melody2013 Melody is a mom, Nana, nurse and writer. Her poems have appeared in Segullah, Utah Sings Volume VIII and Utah Voices 2012. She recently convinced her three grown children and their spouses to compose Six-word Memoirs at monthly family dinners in her home. This is perhaps her most noteworthy literary achievement.

“But if in your fear you would seek only love’s peace and love’s pleasure, then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love’s threshing-floor, into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.” From The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran.

I picked up a box of “Hello Kitty” valentines today in the grocery store. I was drawn to the images. The figures on the cards were simple line drawings. Simple.

In second grade we covered shoeboxes with doilies and red construction paper, cutting a slit in the top just big enough for a valentine envelope (and maybe a candy heart) to fit through. Back then our biggest concern in life was which valentine card to give to which classmate. Simple.

Then I thought about a man I had loved several years ago. He loved me too and we talked of marriage. We were friends who played and worked together and supported each other. But, in the end I could not marry him. The reasons aren’t important anymore, but they weren’t simple.

This interlude in the Valentine’s Day aisle got me thinking about what love is. And what it is not.

 Love is simple.

Love is not simple.

On the surface love has a seemingly simple appearance, but the elements comprising love make it rather complex. One cannot separate these elements from each other and still call it Love. Like blood or water—one cannot separate serum from cells or hydrogen from oxygen and expect blood and water to continue to be what they are meant to be. Indeed, when chemical elements are separated from one another their product ceases to exist. That’s how I have come to view love.

Love offers us simple moments of joy and contentment, moments of ecstasy and delight.

And we offer ourselves in the process—not just a part of the self, but the whole self if we are to know the whole of love. In this offering we sometimes find the unexpected: confusion, sadness, loneliness, loss. But this is part of love, part of the puzzling beauty. These sorrows cannot be separated from the essence of love without destroying its nature. Love must be taken as a whole. Like blood. Like water.

Perhaps this complexity is part of what makes love malleable; why love can shape itself, define and redefine itself within the context of each new relationship—mother and child, grandmother and granddaughter, brother-sister, friends and lovers. Love may be equally satisfying and equally demanding in every setting. Yet, what relationship is ever really like another? Each has a unique form, follows its own course in our heart—intricate, unpredictable. Love manifests itself with brilliant variation, just as water forms snowflakes, none of which is ever like another. Each relationship offers a new challenge, a new opportunity to know love’s essence, to understand one’s self and to comprehend more wholly the uniqueness of our companions on the planet. Sometimes the process is simple. Often it is not.

A friend of mine is fond of saying, “To love is to risk. To risk is to love.” I believe it. When we smile or say hello to the new neighbor, approach our adult child to express concern for her welfare or when we lean toward our beloved with open heart—this is risk. We offer ourselves as a gift in every act of kindness without knowing how it will be received or what form it might take in the receiving. But we give because we must, because love will not stand still. It cannot. It will clot or stagnate if we try to stop it. So we risk, we sacrifice ease and comfort for the beautiful, vital possibility of Love.

I am thinking again about the box of valentines and how simple it all seemed when we were younger. The messages were clear: Be Mine, You’re Purrrfect, Hello Kitty.

It’s not so simple anymore and I find myself wishing there were a box of Gauguin or DaVinci valentines at the grocery store. Or better yet, Van Gogh. Yes. Van Gogh. Surely those cards would say something about blood and water.

15 thoughts on “Valentine’s Day: Love and Blood and Water

  1. So good. Thank you for acknowledging the fluid complexity of love. Many people have come and gone in my life. I’m tentative in loving because of it, my shrinking heart limits the joy in my life. A trusted counselor mentioned that I need to grieve. I hadn’t thought of it that way, no one has died, but I’ve lost them just the same. When I think of it that way my past is like a war zone, blood wasted on the ground, all that love lost.

  2. Jendoop – indeed. Thanks for sharing. What a beautiful, sad image. I wish you safe grieving and God bless your spent love. I’m banking on a law in heaven where that love is returned ten-fold. At least that’s my hope.

  3. “I’m banking on a law in heaven where that love is returned ten-fold. At least that’s my hope.”

    A hundred fold. Yea, more.

    (At least that is my hope.)

    Thanks for this post. I am watching some people feel to risk in different ways as they *pull back* from relationships in order to allow space for agency to play out. That is yet another layer of love that is sometimes very complex.

  4. Julie, thank you for reading. and for feeling.

    Michelle – Yes! The pulling back, and agency. A beautiful and sometimes painful concept. Thank you for bringing that in.

  5. Ah bloody love! Of course you create imagery that is visceral, pulling me right in to the bloody, beating heart of the matter. How simple. How complex. How I love the complex simplicity of your words and the heart that creates them.

    And to Jendoop and your ‘shrinking’ heart: I suspect that its transformation is more of a breaking open as you grieve those losses. And not one drop of that love is ever lost.

  6. Love the imagery. Sometimes it feels as though my heart is parched to dust, then hours later is lush with blood and water.

    I’ve been thinking about this post for days, caught on thinking about how not even blood and water are simple, but so complex the more you look at it. And still essential for survival.

    Which brings my thoughts back to love, again parching and flooding my heart…

  7. “These sorrows cannot be separated from the essence of love without destroying its nature. ”

    Truth.

    I, like Lynda, love the complex simplicity of both the truth and the truth bearer.

    xo

  8. Gale, thank you for reading.

    Lynda, if you are my Lynda or even if you’re not: I love you.

    Kellie, I hope to meet you some day. Thank you for your response.

    Sage, what a lovely thing to say. Thank you.

    Dalene, you may never know how much your words mean to me. Thank you.

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