[Photo of friends. Indiana Sand Dunes. July 3 2009]
"Love can spark at any moment." I realized this as I caressed a plant, sitting in the sand dunes of Indiana. My friends and I had separated. By now they were off adventuring, forming their own ideas in and about various parts of the dunes. At that particular time, I was on a mound among cacti, contemplating the notion of "infinite loves."
We all have them-every conscious and sentient being, minded land, and inherent interest. There is no limit for giving love, nor who or what receives it. Thoughts like these were coming to me one after the other. The inspiration for them came to me that day (July 3rd) as I found myself stroking a plant. Suddenly I was aware that the only time I had ever reached out to touch this way was in the company of a loved one. Intrigued by this unconscious inclination, I took advantage of the time I had alone and pulled a small notebook from my backpack. I wrote, "could there be an energy guiding and thriving within us (one we may have been born with) towards compatible things, people, and circumstances infinitely various in form, shape and nature? Forms with which we fall in love."
Thoughts hypothesized that this energy I was speculating about, longed to be fulfilled, only moments at a time. Moments-however long they may be. Single night, groups of years, 2 or 3 day weekends. In reminiscent states of mind, these moments are realized as phases in our lives and are fleeting , no matter how long they exist.
[Me. Indian Sand Dunes. Summer 2009.]
After awhile, I was ready to rejoin my friends, and return to a way more playful than contemplative. As I came to a conclusion on my theories on love that day, I wrote the final train of thought in my notebook: and that's [for now] what love is.
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