Artistic Montmartre, how I love you and your creative ways.

The Wall of Love. Really, now. A wall … of love? I know you’ll believe me when I say I was instantaneously hooked, all the while dealing with TC’s, I just don’t know WHY there would be a GD wall about LOVE, of all THINGS!

Love is {of} disorder … so {let’s} love!

How great is that … love as disorder, which is what you get when you get down into the thick of things with love.

I don’t really think there’s anything remotely smooth and neatly kept about love … otherwise, how could it be love?

I remember, early on into one of my relationships, my boyfriend making a statement along the lines of, you can’t really love someone until you’ve hated them.

I protested immediately, of course. But I found out much later, he was right. How can I love someone fully without knowing their darkest parts?

This love thing is scary. We have to put ourselves out there. We worry about things like judgements and not being good enough. Even though we already are. Love is particularly talented at setting off our every insecurity.

Love will provoke and evoke disorder. There will be chaos. Beautiful chaos. I want my love messy. Because I don’t want to be afraid of that kind of love … the non glossed over version.

And in turn, I want to keep learning how to love. I know I continuously keep returning to love. Here and generally speaking. I remain ever mystified and challenged by this one seemingly simple word.

I constantly am questioning ways to love more fully and deeply. To embrace everyone as they are and pass my love along. And in the process, love myself a little more.

If we are here to lift each other up and to be The Way, then The Way must mean love. This is where I get tripped up … the disorder with the love.

I was looking at them as two separate entities, when really, it’s one in the same.

Paris knew what it was doing when it brought me to that wall of love … a maktub moment.