A week ago, on Valentine's Day, I devoted my day to Jessica in old skool True Love Project style, 24 hours ~ midnight to midnight ~ of rocket fuel love transmission to a virtual stranger (we had met once over a year ago, on a rooftop in lower Manhattan for an hour-long interview & walked away into the summer night with just the slightest ripple). I held off my thoughts on our love here as J & I had the idea to work on a longer piece together . .
But I cannot help myself, I cannot resist my own juiciness when it comes to this odd vocation that has chosen me, loving the world, one person at a time, you just can't make this stuff up, I have total reverence for every molecule of me & you, as well as the every bit of ether that we swim in together.
When I received the above gaze of adoration from Jessica this morning, which was her response to being loved by me, my heart ached. I longed for her in such a homesick way, and I have been in this field for long enough to not confuse this ache with the yoke of romantic love.
I want to love you, each & every one of you in this way. You have been asking me & now I am back. Loving the world one person at a time. Taking reservations for love now. Here. One appointment a week. All you need to do is write me & we'll make a date & then we will wake up that morning, together, in love.
". . it is such a sweet love, like sipping really cool delicious air on a beautiful day, like swimming, so subtle but the truth . . " (to jessica 2/14/11)