I often use the image of stringing beads when I start to write about things that announce themselves over time. I’ll hear a song or read a line or passage, see a movie, and an unexpected element of a theme that I didn’t choose in the first place will gently arrive and take its place among the other elements already waiting.
Lately it is the relationship, or romantic love, between two people. How we search for it, what we expect to find, how it plays out, the mystery in it all.
In Alexander McCall Smith’s book, The Full Cupboard of Life, the main character, private detective Mma Precious Ramotswe comes to the conclusion:
“If you were in the mood for falling in love, or marrying, then perhaps it did not matter very much whom you would see when you turned the corner. You were looking for somebody, and there was somebody, and you would convince yourself that this random person was what you were really looking for in the first place.”
A full amount of limbs and a breath seem to be the only preconditions in this case. It merely needs to be a somebody. “It’s high time to get married, so married I’ll get!”
And I suppose once you’ve decided on that approach, assigning love to the outcome of your search isn’t that difficult. After all, you’re in the mood for falling in love. In the words of constable Fraser in the TV-series Due South: “..it’s easier to think you’re in love than it is to accept that you’re alone.”
Then, 10, 15 years later you turn the sound up when Leonard Cohen sings:
Sometimes I find I get to thinking of the past.
We swore to each other then that our love would surely last.
You kept right on loving, I went on a fast,
Now I am too thin and your love is too vast.
But I know from your eyes
And I know from your smile
That tonight will be fine,
Will be fine, will be fine, will be fine
For a while.
And you wonder how your life has come down to moving from one “for a while” to another.
On the other hand, what you are looking for can be too specific. The opening passage in Torgny Lindgren’s book, Light, reads as follows:
“It was late autumn when Jasper brought the Sickness to Kadis. He had been to Nordingra to find himself a woman but had not found one. He knew she would have close-set eyes. And her nose would be narrow and high-bridged and she would be slightly knock-kneed and have a birthmark on her right cheek and a little gap between her front teeth, and whatever she might have been christened, he would call her Maria. He searched for three days and he described her in detail to everyone he met, bot no one would admit that she existed.”
If the mere idea of marriage or love was predominant in the Mma Ramotswe quote, here it is the idea of the other. There it doesn’t matter who you find, now you wish to find someone quite specific. Your image of the loved one.
I string the beads and wonder, do we love, or do we interpret our projections as fate? That’s if I stick to only these quotes.
But then I read the line from Verdi’s opera, Falstaff: “When I saw you I fell in love, and you smiled because you knew.”
Love as something unexpected, being recognised? And returned? Quite often, yes.
Am I contemplating the one, correct manifestation of love? That would be foolish.
I think I am just in awe at love’s vastness and the fact that after centuries of effort and practise, it remains elusive.
Despite that, we all still want to have a go at it.
George
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