Epic Love
Sam Henderson photography
The biggest love of your life…is the relationship you have with your own heart.
crystals…charged…
—and still no love.
sage…smudged…
card…pulled…
—and still no love.
potion…chugged…
tincture…rubbed…
spell…cast…
—and still no love.
Ah, clearly you are after THAT very special kind of love.
THAT love that—
cannot be conjured
and never expired
THAT love that—
is unaffected by trends
and will never be retired
Oh that’s what you’re after—THAT kind of love. (Why didn’t you say so?)
In which case—
Rise from your cushion.
Step off your mat.
If you’re after THAT kind of love worth fighting for…it’s time to go to bat:
don cloak
don hat
don boots
don poles
gather shear
gather torch
gather hammer
gather sword
At long last you arrive on the threshold
Before the door that divides you from your own heart (crystals will not help you here!)
On different days the door is made of different things—
some days gauze
some days lace
some days oak
some days iron
tear down that door
cut down that door
burn down that door
hammer down that door
Open the door
Open it every day
Open it as many times as it takes
Then as often as you open it, and it slams itself shut, you must get to work to open it again
Call upon every ounce of spirit to keep the doorway open
Between yourself and yourSelf.
If you leave the door shut between yourself and yourSelf and go back to your portions, your cakes, your crystals, your sage…you know exactly what you WON’T find there.
If you leave the door open between yourself and yourSelf, you can go back and pass the time however you like. Pull a card, rub a tincture, chug a potion, and laugh (with great tenderness) at the woman who thought love could be found in a crystal, in a card, in a bottle, or even in a cake.*
Where have you gone looking for love?
💫 Sending love, light, and hugs from,
Marisa
*And plot your vengeance against the patriarchy who told you love could be found anywhere outside of yourself…
