When
I was cast in a local theater production of The
Sound of Music, the principle cast got together to talk about their
characters. I was playing Rolf, the tragic hero of the story who unlike in the
film, saves the eldest Von Trapp girl and her family by calling to his
Lieutenant that there is no-one there. I think the director cast me instead of
the better looking kid who was probably more talented because I had an innocence
about me. At the auditions, my friend put on his lady-killer smile while I just
looked mystified and unsure of myself. That is what the director wanted for
this little subplot of the story. For better or worse, I definitely knew how it
was to be lost when it came to girls.
So
when the cast met we sat in a circle, the director asked us pointed questions
about our characters. Most of the rest of the cast were adults who played the
adult roles. The director asked about my character. I explained how Rolf got
his job delivering telegrams and why he joined the German Army. Then the question
came, how did Rolf fall in love with Lisel?
I
was stumped. How? Why? Yes, why did my
character fall in love? Why does anyone? I looked at the floor and chewed
my lip.
“I
don’t know,” I murmured. “Does anyone know why they fall in love?”
It
was a sincere question, but the reaction shocked me. There was laughter and
applause. I raised my eyes to see the men in the cast smiling and clapping for
me. What was so funny? Could it be that I had stumbled on some cosmic truth
about love and no-one knew why it happened?
“Okay
then,” said the director, smiling too. “We’ll just say it was chemistry.”
I
had no idea what that meant either.
I
may not have learned about how to be smooth and cool like my friend, but I
learned something that night. Love was an enigma.
I
went through the next several years still not knowing too much about love. I
figured it had something to do with meeting each other’s needs and being happy
together. Then Prajna showed up late to rehearsal.
This
was eight years later. Prajna and I had become friends as we worked together
for another show. I worked tech and was looking for Prajna to give her a radio headset.
She arrived just a little late because she had just come from National Guard
duty. When she found me she was dressed in military fatigues. My breath was
taken away. She looked a little regretful for being late, her doe eyes fixed on
me in apology. And all I could think of was how the military’s battle dress
uniform was made to blend human beings, not only to their surroundings, but to
each other. One wasn’t supposed to look different from another. The goal was to
appear as a unit of look-alike drones. That said, the uniform made Prajna look
adorable. I thought that any girl who can defy the United States Military that
way had to be special.
Maybe
that was this “chemistry”. It wasn’t love. Actually what it was, was romance.
Love developed from there over the next weeks and months. I don’t know when I
felt it and didn’t tell her that I loved her until I was positive of it. From
that time in the theatre until today it’s been 22 years. After all this time,
can I define what love is now?
I
can say that romance was a spark that opened my eyes and softened my heart. But
the love, the real deep down love grew like the sky at dawn beginning dark and then
over time slowly brightening, finally to the burst of brilliance at sunrise. I
was not aware of the lightening at first. But there came a point where it was
unmistakable… and unstoppable. The warmth began before the dawn and that
brought on a euphoria that felt different from any feeling I had felt before.
Was that love? It was the dawn of it.
The
allusion of falling in love is like a sunrise gets a little tedious when I
think how hours later the sun goes down and it gets dark and cold. So I will
dump the metaphor now. The real love I feel now isn’t something that can just
sink away. I married Prajna, not because I loved her, but because it was
obedience to God. And having a love founded in God’s love has made the sun
never set.
So
this week Prajna has a birthday. I was talking to her about a blog I’ve been
musing over, something about a megalomaniac and a butterslide. But she advised
me not to. So I wrote for her birthday today instead of Thursday the 12th.
We can celebrate all week. Happy Birthday, Prajna. The love I have for you is
not enigmatic, it makes everything clear.
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