Cathleen and I have been on a love jag, lately, and I cannot begin to tell you how beneficial it’s been. A very simple idea: We added spending time alone together every day as a part of our goal-getting regimen. This turns out to have been an inspired idea, although I did not foresee that going in.
At some point I may write about this experience in detail, because there is a lot to be learned from it. As an example, consider this: If you want to end the day married, start the day married. No relationship can endure if you’re not doing anything to maintain it.
Teri and I have been talking about the same sorts of issues privately. Here’s a clip from email I wrote to her:
My wife is most beautiful when she’s all the way in love with me. Her features are very fine in the ground state — striking, as an old family friend would have it. But when those features are lit from within by her passions, then she is many orders of magnitude more enthralling. But it’s my job to earn that response from her — and I wish I could insist that I’ve earned that response every day. But there is no better incentive to staying on the path to Splendor than to marry someone you have to live up to.
We are a spiteful race. We wound all our treasures and treasure all our wounds. The SplendorQuest begins when you learn to think the other way — to focus on the world as you want it and not as you don’t want it. I wrote the essay shown below six years ago, and I wish I could say I’ve always lived up to it — all the way, every day. But I’m living up to it now better than I ever have before, and I can’t think of any reason why I should not be able to get better at loving my wife every day from now on.
What does this have to do with real estate? I hope you figure that out before a judge orders the sale of your house…
SplendorQuest: Loving Cathleen…
I think the thing I like best about her is that I don’t ever yearn to get away from her. That seems silly to say, except for the part about it applying eventually to nearly everyone else. There are so many things about her that I admire, and so many others that I don’t despise — which is just as important to me. But before all of those — and before her beauty or her smile or her scent or her endlessly pleasurable moister places — before any of those is the simple fact that I really, really like being around her. I really like having her around me. When I’m buoyant, yes. When I’m joyous, yes. When I’m serene or enthralled or romantic, yes, yes, yes. But also when I’m cranky or annoyed or angry or frustrated or stymied or bored — I like having her around me. I don’t ever get sick of her, and I think that’s the most hugely loving thing I could ever say about anyone.
I’m writing this because the subject of love keeps coming up in my mail, and my take on it is different from what I keep reading. I think maybe my correspondents are setting standards that are simultaneously unrealistic, unattainable and utterly irrelevant. I actually had to discover that it was possible for me to love a woman in the same way — or at least with the same intensity — that I’ve always loved whatever I happened to be concentrating on. It might be equally accurate to say that I had to discover that it is possible to concentrate on a woman in a kind of equal and interactive way. These are not proud admissions, and I did not come to this epiphany at a young age. But it gave me a very clear understanding, I think, of what matters to me and what doesn’t.
What matters to me most in any human social relationship is that the other party leave me the f*ck alone. I am not a libertarian in politics, I am a libertarian in sum, in total, in everything. I don’t tell other people what to do, what to think, how to be, and I don’t suffer other people to do these things to me. Or rather I do suffer until I can break free, and then I never, ever come back. I would chafe at a chain made from a spider’s silk, and I simply cannot live among people who cannot let me live as I will. It’s not even enough for someone to like me just-the-way-I-am: What if I should change? I won’t live by sufferance, even if the sufferance consists of unlimited license. A license can be revoked, and I don’t live by permission.
And that’s the biggest component of why I don’t ever get sick of her, the thing that makes me sick to death, eventually, with almost everyone else. She’s free enough in her own soul to let me be free in mine. She’s nowhere near as philosophically libertarian as I am. That doesn’t matter. Unlike a vast host of philosophical libertarians I’ve known, she has the seemingly unique capacity of letting me live my own life unmolested.
There’s more, more, more, but I think it all has more to do with her qualities of character than with her abstract credentials. She’s very smart, with a very finely tuned rational mind, but so much more important than that, she’s honest — unmasked, undisguised, non-manipulative, non-cloying. She is not ever trying to put something over on someone, and she is not ever trying to claim a grace she hasn’t earned or escape a debt she owes.
Because there is nothing of deceit within her, there is a light in her eyes that illuminates her entire life. This is something I look for in everyone, and when it is absent, I am very wary. When a person has no life in his eyes, death abounds somewhere within. This is nothing more than correlation — or prejudice — and it might well be an irrational paranoia on my part, but it’s a trusted guide to me by now. I don’t share anything I value with people whose eyes are dead.
She’s fun and fun-loving and much more open to new things than ever I am. Sometimes I feel like I let her down, which is doubly new to me — that I feel the need to live up to her, and that I actually care that I might disappoint her.
I believe almost nothing, certainly nothing of what people claim to take on faith, where she believes almost everything. There are dozens and dozens of doctrinal issues we disagree about, but none of them matters. First, because, like me, she is happy enough to manage her own mind and doesn’t feel the need to assert control over anyone else’s. And second because we are in complete agreement about everything that matters — honesty, integrity, character, and an elemental goodness, grace and beauty.
I talk to her all day, every day — face to face, cell phone to cell phone, mouth to ear. For hours in the car, for seconds on the phone, for a need to touch, a need to share, a need to be together, a wish to be connected, a desire never to be too far apart. Triumph calls and joke calls and time out of the day to meet at Starbucks for lattes and eye-talk. Where she is is home to me, and the fact is that I never had a home until I knew her.
You can read all about our tender coming together here. But the fact is that I’m a writer, and I can make anything painfully beautiful. If you wonder, wonder, wonder, wonder who, who wrote the book on love — it was me.
But the secret to love, I think, a secret I learned late enough in life to truly appreciate it, is not this set of characteristics or that flavor of doctrinal accord or this appearance or that achievement. The secret to love is to find someone you cannot bear to be away from for long, and who brings you a peace you know nowhere else. Love is not love — where it is not a substantial and enduring improvement over solitude. There is nothing to be found in characteristics or doctrine or appearance or credentials that will make you want to stay when you want nothing more than to get away. And none of those things matter, in the end, when you’re with that one person you never yearn to escape.
Find that and the rest comes easy…
Robert Worthington says:
Greg, I along with my wife both love your article! If I had your vocabulary, I would use a word other than “wow”, but I’m not going to dictionary dot com to find a synonym, so I’ll just say wow. Greg, for a young man like me, reading this post really put me in check. Often I need to remember whats really important in life and not real estate 24/7. I want to be the Russell Shaw of Manitowoc, WI yet after your article, I want to be the Greg Swann of love. Thank you friend.
April 4, 2010 — 7:18 pm
Greg Swann says:
> reading this post really put me in check
Good on ya. I think men in particular need to attend more carefully to their marriages. The way it works for guys is to come home from a very long day of work to find their homes empty of souls — and possibly everything else. I’m as guilty as anyone of neglecting to cultivate my marriage, but, as with everything else, doing well is the consequence of a consistent commitment to doing better.
April 5, 2010 — 9:23 am
Sean Purcell says:
Love is not love — where it is not a substantial and enduring improvement over solitude.
I’ve been staring at that line for ten minutes now. I am struck by its beauty, as I am with all truths, but there’s also an incredible poignancy to suddenly – and succinctly – understanding what is missing…
April 5, 2010 — 8:56 am
Greg Swann says:
> Love is not love
Bless you. Thank you. I was playing with Sonnet 116, of course:
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
April 5, 2010 — 9:14 am
Al Lorenz says:
“the fact is that I’m a writer, and I can make anything painfully beautiful.”
Greg, yes you can. You can also make things motivational. This post is both, beautiful and motivational.
Once again, thank you for this gift and for sharing your insights on life so articulately.
April 5, 2010 — 10:20 am
Jim says:
I was in my local print shop, working a home sale to the manager. I have become friends with the owner. So like most men we got around to shooting the $#!% They where saying things about there wife’s and it came to me. I said “I love my wife, we get along great together”. A week later we where catering a party for my parents (I’m a good son) and another realtor was there so we got to talking she said i was a poor bartender, I said that my be but I’m a perfect husband. She had a fit and said now way. I bet her a dollar to go up and ask my wife, with out any prompting form me. She came back with my dollar.
We have work together and been married for over 25 years. Now I’m a broker and she is getting ready to start helping me. I married her because I like her and wanted to spend time with her.
April 5, 2010 — 11:02 am
Teri Lussier says:
>But when those features are lit from within by her passions, then she is many orders of magnitude more enthralling. But it’s my job to earn that response from her — and I wish I could insist that I’ve earned that response every day. But there is no better incentive to staying on the path to Splendor than to marry someone you have to live up to.
What so struck me about that is I feel exactly this way about my husband. Jamie is the finest man I’ve ever known and it’s been true through 27 years of marriage, through the 31 years I’ve known him. This sentiment or feeling or aspiration, this truth, is the one constant steady in my life and it’s extraordinary. Jamie is how I know what it is to be blessed.
We went on a date Friday night. Sat at a local drive-in hamburger stand- no big deal except we sat in our car and talked and laughed and flirted uninterrupted for an hour. We are each other’s favorite person.
April 5, 2010 — 1:52 pm
Scott Cowan says:
Greg- This might just be the finest piece of writing you have ever published. This was just what I needed to read today. I thank you for being such a wonderful human being. You are able to put into words many of the things that I struggle to understand in my own head. Thank you for being you.
April 5, 2010 — 2:02 pm
Greg Swann says:
> I thank you for being such a wonderful human being.
You’re very kind, but also very wrong. I am blessed by Cathleen because, so far, she has been willing to put up with all my shortcomings.
> Thank you for being you.
That much I’ll take credit for, and, if there is anything I have to say, it emerges from my refusal to not be who I am.
Thanks to everyone for your sweet comments on this post.
April 5, 2010 — 6:53 pm
Don Reedy says:
Greg,
Would you allow me to expand, however minutely, on your precious and moving words?
Love is not love — where it is not a substantial and enduring improvement over solitude.
This Swann Sonnet spoke to me not only about Beth and our lives, but also coming as it did on Easter, to a core belief I have about my relationship with God. Sin, you see, from my Christian viewpoint, is that which removes us from the presence of God. This is the solitude the Bible speaks of with regard to heaven and hell. You did not intend this, but your writing helped illuminate that particular relationship.
Now, this is not a religious comment, but I do want you to know that at the levels of the greatest love man can know, that love of which you speak of Cathleen and I speak of Beth, that beyond that is another type of love for mostly unspeakable wonders. You speak to and of these wonders often in your prose about philosophy, truth, the Bloodhound way.
Your wonderful expression of love above must mean a lot to Cathleen, since to us who only know parts of you, our feelings are put to task by our inability to give back what you have given.
April 5, 2010 — 3:35 pm
Alex Cortez says:
Greg, another great post. In all of my relationships (personal, friendships, business), I have always found that I need some ME time. Time for ME to relax, unwind, do things that I enjoy (which others may not necessarily enjoy, for example, golf, hunting, car detailing) and I am sure those in the receiving end also benefit from having time to be an individual rather than a half.
April 5, 2010 — 6:17 pm