Last month I offered the first “Cordial of Wisdom” from behind the bar in the Lobby Lounge, featuring the imaginative, pun-laden, talismanic words of wisdom of Val, who has been with the Hotel for decades. Today, I offer you Thomas. At first, he smiled and said, with so much conviction, “I think I’m too young to be disseminating wisdom. I’m still learning so much.” I was patient with him, which was good because he tilted his head up slightly, his eyes glazed in contemplation, and with clarity and conviction that belied his age (which he didn’t reveal), began to talk about love. We joked that I would call this post “Love Letter to My Wife,” but I think it’s really a “Love Letter to Love.”
Love is the most significant, energetic attribute we possess in life, but it is so elusive. Every time I’ve grasped a taste of it, I’ve realized that its flavor is so much more vast. I get overwhelmed–like I’m a cell in a giant of love. Every time you taste it, there’s some new flavor. I guess I’m a crazy, hopeless romantic, but I’m truly obsessed with this experience.
I’ve made some of the most significant life choices in the quest for this “Love.” And it’s an experiential kind of love–not the printed card type of love.
Speaking of cordials, I feel like love–whatever it is–is truth. It’s flowing from one ancient vine of grapes, and every grape is a different kind of love, and these flavors of grapes are all connected to the vine, and other vines–and they all connect to one source, one that goes below the ground where we can’t see it–and beyond. What’s beyond is so mysterious, but all this love is connected to it somehow.