A conversation on love with Cheryl Strayed (part one)

knee or sprinkling the bed in rose petals. It’s about giving them your last chip, letting them rest their head on your arm even though the weight makes it go dead, listening to them moan about their boss – without coming up with any solutions; just listening; writing something down on your phone that you know they will find funny, so you don’t forg

adventure: I come to understand that for most of my life, when I was looking for love, I was looking to be loved. In this, I am a prism of my world. I am a novice at love in all its fullness, a beginner. The intention to walk through the world practicing love across relationships and encounters feels like a great frontier.

She also reminded me that, as much as love involves consciousness, part of it requires us to close our eyes and jump without a plan. And the fact that we took that leap, without knowing that everything would work out? Perhaps that act of faith, of hope, might carry us through tougher times, when we look back and marvel at it, and think, how little

And so often, underneath it all, these questions originate in our basic, human longing to know: Do you love me?