Marcy Goldman is a woman of many hats. A New York Times contributor, master baker, mother of sons, wheat’s handmaiden, tango dancer, mistress of scents, author and, as she puts it, a woman with a Jane Austen romantic bent.
She has published poetry in the New York Times and a small book called "Love and ordinary Things ", a collection of personal, riveting, evocative, sensual poems that tell a tale from kitchen to fields of grain to the baseball diamond, to dance floors.
I chose to share here below the one titled "How to fall in Love". I think we may all need a reminder or an easy user's guide to love in the millenieum.
To fall in love, you must put away everything you have learned up to now. You must put away pride, wisdom, streetsmarts, and sophistication. You may keep dignity, patience, instinct, and anopen spirit. Relax your body, unclench your hands and open your palms. Look upto the stars and let snowflakes fall on your face without intercepting them. Wait.
First, you must find someone or let them find you. It is better if they find you and you find them but this is only possible if you both walk backward and into each other. But you must start unaware and without expectations. If you are waiting and ready, you will not fall in love. You might find romance but you will not fall in love.
The next thing you must do is to think of yourself as a house with all the doors and windows open. The other person willappear as sunshine that sneaks its way in and sends unexpected warmth upon you. You will bask in this delight. But then, it will change. That sunshine will become alternately rain and wind and cool breezes, and topsy-turvy gusts that upset your furniture and send your pictures on the walls all askew. You will want so very much to close the windows and slam the doors and slap your hands together in that brisk motion that says, 'Enough of this nonsense. You might feel fearful and cover up the fear with the most wicked of all tonics: rationalization.
You might be so good at this that the rationalizations of things that are a blessing and a gift, will seem like the truth. The opposite is so. The rationalizations are the lies - the truth will seem, well, unseemly. But no matter - if you go this route and forget this counsel, there is little to be done.
You will protest the weather and shut it out and forget that in minutes, days, hours - that same annoying wind offearsome gusts can turn back into that sunshine that first warmed and beguiled you. But I urge you to become a student of the weather and simply watch it unfold. Welcome the rain and wind, knowing it will not harm you and besides,will soon pass. If you can manage to keep the door open, the rain will dry upand the winds will settle. You can look out again and see those rays whichfirst caught you. You might marvel at how it all changes while you have sat still. If you can sit still.
Then there comes a hard part. You will relax and get used to the changing weather. You will learn to take to the wind and rain and not notice as much. Instead, happily, you will focus on that sun.That sun will become glorious. It will become larger than your own open house. And just when you get to that point and are reveling in this light, a big cloud will come. This cloud might stay and obliterate that sun which you have grown to love so well. It will stay so long until you know this is not a change inthe weather. It is indeed, the new landscape and painful reality of the heart. At first, you will hope the sun will return but as the days turn into borderless chunks of time, you will know that is unlikely.
Now, this is odd - because clearly, this is not simply weather changes but a permanent state of affairs but still, you will have that same urge to shut the windows and close the door. Now, there is no rain, snow, or wind to make you do that but still - you will want to take a hammer and nails and hammer down shut every crevice that sun or any light might creep through. You might even close the shutters around your heart. I urge you not to.
If you are telling the truth about wanting to fall in love, this is how it is done: Take the glow from your own heart and your truth. Set it on each window sill. Make candles of your faith. Take the glitter from that plant called hope and the twinkle from the dreams you cannot give up. Adorn your home with these things. In time, you will not miss that sunshine you grew to love. The light will go from inside, from your heart to the outside. You will not need those flippant rays you first experienced and learned to rely on. That warmth that starts from within and stays.
One day, you might even look out again -because after all, you are still, in your heart of hearts, a student of weather. You might see another home - similarly lit. That might be an indication of another full, strong, open house - the only possible match for your abode. It might be a place worth visiting. It might bea place to go to. They say falling in love is wonderful. It is.
But at first, it will be scary and it might not always work out. You might only taste romance which, as lovely as it is, is simply love's residue. To fall in love you have to be smart but naive. Hope against hope. Hold your heart high, proud, but unfettered. Celebrate its scars. Cry until you do not know what to do anymore. Sleep.Dream. Wait and be ready. There is always more weather. There is more sun. Put the hammer and nails away. Turn your palms open and upward
And that is how you fall in love.