How To Write A Love Letter

Let's talk about writing love letters.

Not candy coated pap. Not romance novel fantasy crap. Not "chick" stuff.

Real love letters.

A couple years ago, one of the dearest people I know lost her husband.

She was my age, then 42. It is not for me to share her story (visit her blog) but I will tell you it was sudden.

It was a 4 a.m. knock at the door.

It was "No we can't let you look at him."

It makes me cry even as I type this.

So, I was sitting across from my own husband the other night. We haven't missed a dinner together in months now, no matter how late we work or how late we eat. We know a wake up call when we hear one.

We were sitting there and I shared how my friend was doing and he took a bite of his food. The food was excellent. The kind that makes you close your eyes and turns off every other sense. And then his eyes welled up and he talked about the tsunami and all those kids who have been devastated with losses of their parents. Scott works in pediatric rehab and they have had a rough year. Several deaths and stories that have become increasingly tragic.

And his tears were of gratitude and humility. That we are alive. That we have each other. That we could sit and have an amazing meal.

We don't deserve it. Let me go on record saying that I don't think anyone deserves a damn thing. I don't, you don't. I think the word "deserve" is one of the most destructive forces on the planet but this is not the place for me to go off on THAT little tangent.

In the middle of Scott's expressing his appreciation and his love for me and our life together I could feel he was SO present and suddenly he got this look on his face that I hadn't seen before and I had this flash. For a moment I thought, "Oh my God, he's going to tell me he's dying." I was wrong. I didn't get any bad news. But, you know something? One day one of us, if we are lucky enough to have advance notice, will have to do just that. And we are going to have to figure out how to say good-bye.

Jack Kornfield, in one of my favorite books, A Path with Heart, shares a spiritual exercise in which we are to perceive everyone in the world as an Enlightened Being, a Buddha if you will. Yes,even the guy who cut you off in traffic, and your mother-in-law, your evil boss (oops, you ARE the evil boss? sorry)...everyone. And they all "get it" and we are the only ones who don't. Our job is to figure out what they are trying to teach us.

I've seen a whole lot of death around me the past few years.

And I know a lot more is coming.

Everyone who is dying is teaching me that loving someone means you get the whole package. When you marry someone, or develop a true friendship with someone you are agreeing to go the distance. THE distance.

As Paul Simon would say, in his most excellent CD on relationships, You're The One,

"Ask somebody to love you, it takes a lot of nerve."

No kidding.

When we accept someone in to our hearts, regardless of the relationship, we aren't just saying, "Will you share my life with me?" We are saying, "Will you share my life with me and love me knowing full well that you will have to let me go one day? Can you go THE distance with me?"

And while I have been letting myself stand in the reality of this fact, I have been witnessing a lot that makes me want to grab people and shake them silly.

I see people looking for mates like it is some kind of a job interview. I heard someone express concern about marrying a woman, who he was afraid tended toward anorexia, because he wasn't sure she was always attractive enough, especially when she didn't wear make-up.

Before you blow a gasket, let me tell you this is someone that has a really good heart and that I like very much. I know where the pressures are coming from that led him to say this because he has suffered the same kinds of rejection himself. Rational or not, loving or not, I understand that he would be hesitant to make himself even more vulnerable to rejection by being with someone who isn't perfect. It makes all the sense in the world to me. It's fear. We all have fears and they make us do and say crazy things. And don't try to tell me you've been immune. I know better. It may show up in how we assess potential mates: What will others think if I am seen with this person? Are they attractive enough? Wealthy enough? Witty enough? Will they represent me well? Is this the perfect ornament for me?

It may show up in how we relate to ourselves.

I was at a Grand Opening of a boutique and several area business people were there. I overheard this exchange:

"What do I do? Well, I make women beautiful."

"Oh, you must be a plastic surgeon."

"Why, yes, I am."

And then I saw woman after woman asking if they need botox yet. No thought as to whether someone shooting botulism into you is a good thing. There was no "if" in that sense. The "if" was simply a question of timing. THIS is what we have to do to be beautiful?!?!?

Again, I see where this comes from. Look in any magazine or television show. Makes sense that everyone feels so insecure.

Can I just say something, though?

Jesus F^(*&)&*)$ Christ, people! Snap out of it!!!

Seriously!

Get a grip on the fact that we are human. We get old. We die.

The question is, do you want to spend all your time and money trying to run from reality pretending that somehow you have been granted special immunity from the 4 a.m. knock at your door or hearing really bad news from a loved one or are you willing to wake up and face this square in the eye and NOT SHRINK BACK?

Like I said, I'm not going to get all touchy feely with you here. I have a picture of Samuel L. Jackson looking down on me. I used to have a lovely calligraphy that translated into "Calm". I took it down. I am not calm. I'm not mindlessly floating around in an illusion. I'm not here to stay comfortable and to preach a little "I'm okay, you're okay" at you.

Psst...Hey, Laura, I thought you said you were going to write love letters?
Um...this doesn't seem that loving to me...I mean.."

Au contraire, my friend. I'm saying this precisely because I DO love. You see, once you look at someone through eyes that allow you to face their impermanence in your life...once you REALLY get this...you will get very clear very quickly on what being in love with someone really means. It's not about ornamentation and earning potential. It's about embracing the fundamental, essential humanity that is common to us. It's about showing up with no mask on. It is the scariest and most beautiful thing we can ever do.

I've given you much to absorb here so I'll leave you know to pour another cup of tea and maybe you might want to pick up a pen and a paper and just start with this sentence:

"I don't know how long I will get to be with you, so while I have you here there is something I want you to know about what it means to have you in my life..."

Laura Young is a personal development and business coach. To learn more about her, visit Wellspring Coaching. You are welcome to share articles from this blog provided that you keep this full attribution attached to content. Thanks!.

Comments

[Verity]

Thanks for directing me here Laura, I love this post because it's true and real. I've always been so acutely aware of death, of someone's impermanence in my life the closer I get to them. It's always scared me. I want so much to "show up with no mask on", but something always holds me back. Writing about it helps.

[Sarakastic]

Wow, I can't remember the last time a blog post made me cry, but this one did. Thanks so much for making me think.

[Laura Young]

Thank you, Sarakastic. I see you have fibromyalgia (checked out your blog). I worked in a pain program for many years. I appreciate your positivity and trying loved your recent post on wanting to use your blog for the betterment of others and adding something useful to cyberspace, not just "x number of posts". It is indeed a slippery slope. I'd love to have you submit something to the Carnival of Courage. Living with a chronic medical condition is not an easy thing to do.