Brilliant At Love
My friend Argo once told me that he’s not enormously talented at any one thing. Rather, he’s good at many things. Music. Acting. Directing. Graphic art. Now, I could have argued with him. I think he’s enormously talented at ALL those things. But I got his drift.
And I could say the same for myself. I’m a good singer, but not a stunningly great singer (hey, I’m working on it!). I’m a good writer, but it’s not my true calling. I’m a pretty savvy marketing expert, but there are many, many people who have it all over me in that area.
But what hit me in the moment and has stayed with me ever since is this truth. That if I could be truly brilliant at anything, it would be love. And I’ve been working on it. Fiercely. Especially these past few weeks.
What does it mean to be brilliant at love?
For me, it means coming into alignment with source of Love Itself. The eternal, infinite, all-consuming, unquestioning, and, yes, unconditional Love that is the Source, the Juice, the Creative Fire, the Swirl of Life. To use a lot of capitalized words.
And from that place of alignment and knowing, to liberally and radically whoosh it over everyone and every thing. Not in a crazy, drunken, obnoxious way. But in a deeply connected, quiet, profound way.
To be brilliant at Love is to be the brilliance of love itself.
So as I go through these heartbreaking weeks of realizing my life as I know it is breaking apart, I pray that in the end this experience will allow me to be truly brilliant at love. Or at least move me a little closer. Because this I know: Love is the only thing worth being brilliant at. The rest is just distraction. Ornamentation. Accessories.
Of course, by making Love my chosen specialty in this life, I’ve set myself to fail miserably. The number of embarrassing failures are piling up! While my intention to love is strong, sure and electrifying, my doubt and fear mutate it into a shabby imitation of the Love I know is mine to give.
But I suppose brilliance takes time. And patience. And consistent practice. And forgiveness. LOTS of forgiveness.

1AJ
wrote on 15 December 2008 at 9:36
“Because this I know: Love is the only thing worth being brilliant at. The rest is just distraction. Ornamentation. Accessories. Of course, by making Love my chosen specialty in this life, I’ve set myself to fail miserably. The number of embarrassing failures are piling up! While my intention to love is strong, sure and electrifying, my doubt and fear mutate it into a shabby imitation of the Love I know is mine to give. But I suppose brilliance takes time. And patience. And consistent practice. And forgiveness. LOTS of forgiveness.”
Just to repeat what you’ve already said; we fall to get back up again. As long as you learn SOMETHING, failures are successes, in my opinion. All the best.