An open investigation into love.



The other day, I felt that a bit of thinking was in order, so I set my self to pondering Love. Call it a thought experiment. Call it a day long moving meditation set to music and accompanied by mundane activities. Call it a masochistic exercise into attaining insight. Call it what you want, but call it. Think about it: Love.

Love. What is it? What does it do? Where does it come from? Why do we need it so badly? Do we need it? These are serious questions.

I enjoy serious questions. Princess Leigh Cheri did as well. She asked if the moon had a purpose. Good question. And indeed it does. Multiple purposes. However, moon aside for a moment, her author had another serious question on his mind. It was about Love. Go figure.

“Albert Camus wrote that the only serious question is to kill yourself or not. Tom Robbins wrote that the only serious question is whether time has a beginning and an end. Camus clearly got up on the wrong side of the bed, and Robbins must have forgotten to set the alarm.


There is only one question. And that is: Who knows how to make love stay?


Answer me that and I will tell you whether or not to kill yourself. Answer me that and I will ease your mind about the beginning and the end of time. Answer me that and I will reveal to you the purpose of the moon.” ~ Tom Robbins, Still Life with Woodpecker

Woman in the Moon, Aubrey Beardsley, 1896

Woman in the Moon, Aubrey Beardsley, 1896

I too, have questions about the longevity of love. I have often slipped into the dark spaces where loneliness lies contemplating Love. But I did not want to falter and find myself meditating and masticating on longing instead of Love this day. I intended to avoid the spot where skin aches and nerves tingle and body heaves, the mind-spot where longing stretches time into a thin ribbon, seemingly endless, from which escape can be difficult. I didn’t want to spend time wishing or waiting for things outside of my grasp. I wanted to neither sit with nor hold the emotions of grief and sadness that have tempered my thoughts of Love over the last few years. It was time to really investigate Love.

Love. What the hell is this Love thing?

{I still don’t have an answer, so if you are anticipating grand revelations and a great clincher, you may as well stop reading now. No surprises.}

To begin my investigation, I set my intention. I intended to listen to what Love had to tell me. Just move through my day, stopping to listen and feel the vibrations of Love as they came. Once I had my intention set, I felt a bit of gratitude was in order before moving any further.

I gave thanks for all the Love I have been given and have been allowed to share in this lifetime. Love has blessed me, and I do have some preconceived notions about its nature based on what I have experienced. I have been lucky enough in this life to have experienced monumental, earth shaking, knee quaking, heart breaking Love. I think.

Tom Robbins on Love



Love can be confusing. Why have I experienced such deep and delightful episodes of Love when others have not? Is there something I know about Love that others do not? Does Love know something special about me? The investigation was also meant to unearth any possible discrepancies between my beliefs and Love’s nature. Do I love too easily, or does Love just find me and work its magic easily on me? It was time to sit back a bit and tap in…

So I went with my intent, and opened up to listening to Love. It was a lovely way to spend the day. By the time the moon showed its sliver in the sky, I was no closer to any answers, but I  had heard what Love told me. And maybe that’s just it, maybe Love just needs us to listen. Maybe we don’t need Love, maybe Love needs us.


What the hell do I know about Love?


Love. The force held inherent within our selves~spirits, bodies, minds~within our molds.

Love. The essence. My essence is Love. The reason I am here.

Love. The ocean to my lighthouse of intuition.

Love. The patient, waiting calm. Allowing eternity to work in its own time.

Love. The strength that cries ‘be persistent be tenacious be audacious’, as Love does not enjoy missed opportunities.

Love. The knowledge that doing the right thing is the right thing.

Love. The gentle unions that prevent fracture and guide families.

Love. The equalizer that resides in shared triumph and tragedy.

Love. The way to find peace while doing the difficult work, and the reason.

Love. The light that shines to make the mundane happy and reveals that happiness is mundane.

Love. The force that allows us to rest in holy solitude.

Love. The golden threads that hold us, spin us, and guide us on our journeys.

Love. The beacon that signals, drawing life energies together.

Love. The deeply intense power of knowing another.

Love. The invisible energy that connects us to one another across the realms of distance and time.

Love. The current beneath movement and motivation, guiding us through the ocean of the everlasting.

Love. The wisdom of languishing in the Listening.

Love. The mingling with the moon.


couple in moon


Is that all Love has to say? I still don’t get it. But I know that everything worth experiencing is also worth examining. That is why we ask serious questions even when we know we might not get answers.

My investigation into Love is not unlike Princess Leigh Cheri’s investigation into the purpose of the moon. Love and the moon both possess a beauty and a power that can take my breath away.

They both pull us in the direction they see fit and like the moon, Love is sometimes hidden. It disappears and reappears, manifesting itself as a shape shifter of the highest order. Love makes and breaks its own rules.

Like an outlaw moon, eventually captured by the mass and magnetism of that which it orbits, Love is drawn to the place where it belongs.

And don’t worry about trying to figure out how to make Love stay. Love never left.

The Princess could just as easily have asked ‘does Love has a purpose?’, while Robbins could have wondered, ‘Who knows how to make the moon stay?’


Tom Robbins

Tom Robbins


Be Love’s accomplice, and listen to what it has to say. Ask your own questions, and allow Love to speak to you.

Tell me… what do you hear?






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SR Atchley

SR Atchley

SR is a conglomeration of stardust and karmic evolution, just trying to make sense out of life. She scouts happily for dreams and talent across the globe and works behind the scenes at Rebelle Society. She believes in the powers of goodness and light, and does her best to share these with others through writing, living out loud, and loving deeply. She fancies herself a poet and artist at times. You can connect with SR on Facebook and Twitter. Rebelle On!


  • Jim Fry
    Jim Fry commented on February 19, 2013 Reply
    Love. This. So, this love deal … the most succulent slippery metaphor … name it, box it, define it … and it morphs! :)
    • SR Atchley
      Thanks, Jim. Succulent and slippery indeed. :)
  • Tanya Lee Markul
    tanya lee markul commented on February 19, 2013 Reply
    I LOVE this. Love: an invitation to creatively expand in all directions leading up to a potential artistic explosion of yourself. :-) xoxo
    • SR Atchley
      T., I do believe Love loves an explosion! (I know the Woodpecker sure did!) Blow it up, baby!
  • Ramanjit Garewal
    Ramanjit Garewal commented on February 19, 2013 Reply
    Dear SR Atchley …:-) Love-ly write up … Be Loved … Beloved … Love is the Question … Love is the Answer … Love it … Love … :-)
    • SR Atchley
      Love your comments as always, thank you.
  • Valerie Gangas
    Valerie C. Gangas commented on February 19, 2013 Reply
    This is beautiful.
    • SR Atchley
      Thank you, Valerie. You are beautiful!
  • Holistic DIVA commented on February 19, 2013 Reply
    SR…. I love you for free…. xx
    • SR Atchley
      The feeling is mutual, darling Diva.
  • Aimee commented on February 20, 2013 Reply
    Che Bellissima.
  • Ruby Bernardo
    Ruby Bernardo commented on February 20, 2013 Reply
    Ahh love… I hear you SR and it’s gorgeous. Thank you. Thank you.
    • SR Atchley
      Thank you for listening, Ruby. Blessings.
  • Barbara Albers commented on March 24, 2013 Reply
    I love,love,everything you write and you of course.
    • SR Atchley
      SR commented on June 19, 2013 Reply
      I love you, Barbara Albers. To the moon, and back.
  • BAAB commented on June 30, 2013 Reply
    You have a wonderful way with words, thank you for sharing them with us all…..BAAB
  • Lana Maree
    Lana commented on February 19, 2015 Reply
    what a wonderful write-up, I LOVE it! thanks Shanna <3

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