I’ve romanticized love since as long as I can remember, because my entire life I’ve felt in love. In love with the feeling of being in love, and this delicate love of life and the universe is so precious to me I protect it with every ounce of my being. At the same time of being in love with life, my heart is hunting for another who shares this love of living. I’ve had soul mates, many really. Those people, women or men, who arrive in your life at the perfect time, to teach you the perfect lesson. Too many synchronicities have occurred for me to dismiss them any longer. These “winks from the universe” can come in the form of people, lessons, animals, guides or nature’s simple gifts. Believing and counting on syncronicities has marked a huge shift in my faith and way of life. We change and the universe furthers and expands that change. Or as Julia Cameron says, “Leap, and the net will appear.”
Why am I speaking of love and syncronicities? Well, I’ve recently been in and out of love, and I’m trying to understand it all. Is love simply another facet of synchronicity? Is there such a thing as “one and only?” The people I see who are happiest in their embodiment of intimate love have arrived there through synchronicity and have allowed the magic of happenstance to envelop their love and surround them in this sparkly forcefield of romanticism. So, if love is a series of syncronicities, then loneliness leaves us with a wide open plain of possibilities. Loneliness breeds creativity. As mentioned in The New Yorker’s “Artist As A Lonely Hunter,” currently showcasing an exhibit at Fraenkel Gallery in San Francisco, there is an energy that comes out of isolation and private longing. This isolation is a beautiful thing, and I often crave it, as it brings about an energy in me that transcends all fear. Being alone, or lonely, is a healing act. A lonely heart produces a feeling of longing, like the landscape of desert breeds creativity. What better place to be alone than the desert, a landscape lonely in itself. So, I found myself alone in Joshua Tree last weekend, exploring ideas of love, soul mates, syncronicities and of course creativity. What if loneliness drives creativity? Am I giving up a life shared with a soul mate in order to create?