A friend from off the farm, last summer’s intern who now lives in Madison (the one I called “Curly Sue”),  just wrote me an email about being in love.  She’s finding herself loving and loving and loving, and then getting caught in fear of him not really loving her.  She wrote:

if there were an exercise
out there to
build and stretch one’s trust, i’d do it.
but, hah, maybe that’s what
being in love
is — an exercise in trust.

The instant I read the first sentence, the second one was already in my mind.  It reminds me of the Rilke quote that SadProfessor used a few days ago, that love is the work for which all other works are but preparation.  Loving is practice for learning to love, trusting is practice for learning to trust.
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