Little did she know, that one day someone would write a love poem for her. I've never had a poem written about me. Have you? When Will Ferrell handed Maggie Gyllenhaal that box of flours in Stranger Than Fiction, I melted. I was watching the movie the other night and I lost it. I lost all shape and form and just went everywhere. It puddled me, if that is a thing.
Little did I know that I would have that reaction.
You don't expect it, do you? His character is bumbling along and then all of the sudden he shows up for her in such a big away. The gift was so thoughtful and so intent on demonstrating his observance and understanding of her. He saw her. Not only did he see her, but he GOT her. Then he told her that he wanted her! His act of kindness, and risk, and love was a poem in a sort of way. He put himself on the line.
I've been working through this thinking about love thing that has really been bothering me. I think, maybe, that scene helped me move a little closer to an understanding. The scene melted me because it pointed to something that has been missing in my life. Love is an intentional action. Love can be a kind of wanting and that wanting catalyzes beautiful moments like the moment between Harold Crick and Ana Pascal.
Just as Rilke said,
"Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer."I am learning to release the need for answers to so many things. I am learning that I don't always have to have a definition. Sometimes when I least expect it, I find what I am searching for by just loving the questions themselves. I've been living in the questions about love and hope and new life.