Finding Love Amongst the Dead

Loveology 101—I wasn’t Prepared for Love

Ironic really, a Loveologist not prepared for love. Seems a bit of a mockery wouldn’t you agree?

Well, that was me about a month ago. Frank and I had ventured to D.C. for an art workshop. The workshop focused on the arming of local artists with the fundamental tools and efficiencies needed to become economically stable while being politically effective, and of course, creatively free. Well, none of this translated directly into Loveology, but upon our arrival, we were entreated to introduce ourselves—you know…who we are, what we do artistically and professionally, why we signed up, and little whatnots like those.

Here’s where I interrupt myself to say I did not sign up for the workshop…Frank did—I tagged along as Wifey. Thus, my introduction to Egypt was sum’slight. I briefly acknowledged the latter and declared I was a Loveologist by trade, a poet by passion, and a publisher by profession—a curator of great people and their great works. That was it, my introduction was over, and soon we all got down to the reason the workshop was created.

However, my one and only spill of encouragement was given to Queen wit’da Funky-Funky Earrings, who was struggling with how to be authentic with her craft in an ever-trending commercial world and still be successful—for the most part, I sat quietly taking in the vibrations and thoughts. Two hours later the class ended.

Along the way toward the door, love was being shared, lots of hugs and “Nice to meet you’s.” As I was getting ready greeting another Queen, with a massive afro of beautiful shiny curls, was standing near the exit. Her eyes lit up like fireflies on a starless night upon seeing me. Pause: by this time I was ready to get in the car for the 45-minute ride home and climb into bed. It was a weeknight and at dawn, we’d begin a new grind day. So, my mind was really one one track—ready to wrap up the night. Nevertheless, the vibrations of Queen Fro were intoxicating and before I could manage “I’m in love with your hair Queen,” she says “Loveologist? …that sounds so nice, please, I want to know more.” My heart stopped momentarily . . .

I’m pretty sure my face looked something like a woman who forgot to turn the oven off before leaving home and only remembered as she picked up the can of cooking spray next to the baking sheets. “Oh, a Loveologist, I study of love and how it works, about how we can harness it…”—I smiled, saying something of the sort, probably nothing of the sort…eh, wishful thinking. I was stomped. After writing tons of blurbs and posts surrounding the subject and even more—almost a complete book on the qualifiable and quantifiable science of Loveology by way of the study of L-O-V-E in its many translations…I could not command my tongue in such a way which who capture all that was Loveology.

Gratefully, Frank is my better half, and he’s also conveniently my number one fan, and well—Loveology brain dump; and boy oh boy, did he slide in with the save. “She being modest,” he said. “She’s working on a book now—there’s a lot of scientific facts and research behind it, mind, body, and spirit…” Frank continued. At this Queen Fro was even more enamored I suppose because although I confessed I did not have any sort of business card or brochure on hand she insisted I put LoveTrips™ into her phone and we exchanged hugs. I thanked her for stopping me, bid her a goodnight, and Frank and I left.

I  learned a wee bit about myself, my Loveology practice and purpose in that tiny instant. See, studying Loveology nonstop for two years and working with only familiar clients, family, friends or those who have mentored and taught me was only one horse to break. Having random strangers inquire based on a fifteen-second introduction you gave and maybe a vibe or two emitted is a horse of an entirely different breed.

From that experience I learned:

  1. I had become too get accustomed to spitting Loveology in “safe”, “controlled”, “I’m acquainted with my mentees” environments.
  2. Practice makes perfect.
  3. I need to get out and engage with new people face-to-face more often—introvert malfunction pending …
  4. I can be an enormous introvert when it comes time to put my learnings and acquiring out for all eyes to see—especially, in person.
  5. Your purpose will seek you out when you least expect it—you will be tested to see if you’re really about the life you are trying to live.
  6. Whether you are living out your purpose or a facade of one placed upon you, eyes are always watching you, and ears are always l listening to you—bruh, life with purpose?…there will be no chill.
  7. Loveology has no zip code, it only requires a heartbeat.
  8. I need business cards. Yup.

Maiiandostéka ☺

—♥Egypt


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