Dean K Miller is a freelance writer and member of Northern Colorado Writers. His work has appeared in TROUT Magazine, Torrid Literature Journal IV: The D.N.A. of the Poet and online.
Employed as an air traffic controller, Dean volunteers for Project Healing Waters Fly Fishing, enjoys family and fly fishing. He is close to finishing his first novel.
A far more entertaining bio is hidden away on Dean’s website. You can sneak over and get your chuckles at your leisure.
What is love? by Dean K. Miller
It’s the question of the ages. Attempts to answer this fabled query have been made by writers, musicians, fortune tellers and more.
After raising three daughters and observing their generation, my first inclination is to say: “It’s what comes right before the word ‘pink’ on a pair of non-pink sweat pants and is only visible from the rear.”
Butt…sorry–I mean but, there certainly must be more to it. If not, we are surely doomed.
We writers work hard to “show love” rather than tell about it. “Lucas smiled from across the room. Jenny’s neck flushed, her heart skipped a beat, and she fumbled her teacup. ” Rather than “Jenny loved Lucas, especially when he smiled at her.”
“Ah,” you say, “That’s what love is.”
But, here’s the rub; it’s not. Our physical reactions, evoked by what we experience as love are but physical reactions. A flushed neck, sweaty palms or a faster heartbeat – aren’t these also the physical reactions to embarrassment? To anger?
So again, “What is love?”
I would reply, “Love is the primal force of life. It is pure energy, a cosmic vibration allowing us to react in the above mentioned ways, and many others. Love is so kind it doesn’t make us act strange or feel ‘all funny.’ It lets us come together and experience those feelings in our own, unique style.”
And therein lays its most intimate secret: Its unending power to move us.
Ultimately our writing, be it articles, blogs or books, should achieve this goal; move the reader from their current moment of now, into the world we’ve created with our words. It matters little if they realize it is love transporting them, only that we (using the love which surrounds, inspires and moves us) open the door to a new place.
It’s the kind of place that transforms a moment in life into a story about a father, a souvenir hair scrunchie and his daughter leaving for college, which provides an opportunity to move others as well.
I draw much of my writing inspiration from fly fishing. Being on the river, surrounded by the sounds of nature, I’m taken away to another dimension, a result of love energy in motion. Catching a fish, whether big or small, and seeing its beautiful color expands the magnitude of that dimension. There, love is even stronger.
Returning home changed, I write.
Let love take you to this magical place.
It will inspire a lifetime of writing.
Thanks, Dean. This is the perfect valentine to send a writer. And here’s a nice bonus for one lucky person from the U.S. or Canada who leaves a comment on this post before midnight Mountain Time Friday (tomorrow). Dean is giving away one copy of the upcoming Chicken Soup for the Soul book series titled Parenthood. It contains his essay, Fabric of my Memories.The winner will be announced here on Saturday.
The photograph of “Love Pink” was taken by Sydney Miller, who apparently declined to have her dad take the photo while she was wearing the sweat pants.
The photo of Dean fishing (and most likely in deep fishing meditation mode) was taken by Kerrie Flanagan.
Learn lots more about Dean at his website and blog. He also hangs around Facebook and is really good about retweeting his tweeps’ tweets on Twitter.