What is love? A journey through the heart | Mia Hansson | TEDxDouglas


Translator: Peter van de Ven
Reviewer: Denise RQ My parents met against all the odds. My father was born in Sweden,
and my mother in the Philippines, and they lived 6,000 miles apart. They were born
during the Second World War. The way they met was that their schools arranged
an English exchange for them to learn English through letters
and letter writing. They loved sharing their curiosity about the world
and about different cultures, and they exchanged photos
that they’d made themselves. After three or four years, they started falling in love
without even having met. Dad, as soon as my mother
finally made it to Denmark, dad hotfooted it over, after about five years of letter-writing
immediately proposed the same day. My parents have now been
happily married for almost 50 years. So I thought love is this easy ideal of a man and a woman meeting
and having three healthy children, and everything works out wonderfully
because they made it look so easy. So I spent the next 20 years of my life following this ideal
and trying to match it with what I’d seen when I grew up. When I was 17, I put out a pen pal advert because I thought I’d meet somebody
in the same way as my parents because that’s obviously the way it works. Unfortunately, all I got
in return for the advert was pictures of penises, and an invite to Florida
from a middle-aged man that I’d never been
in touch with in my life. Eventually, I did meet
a tall dark handsome stranger, who was a very kind man,
but, unfortunately, we weren’t matched. The thing is I didn’t care about that
because I had this ideal, and I was going to make it happen
no matter what. Sadly, after seven years, we split up because we finally had to acknowledge
that we weren’t getting on. At the same time I was working with developing
countries and with charities, and I had also grown up
in a lot of poor countries. My heart was breaking
in more ways than one. I no longer had faith that the world
was a good place to be. I was close to 9/11 when that happened; I was very close to the London bombings when they happened four years later. At the same time, two people
who were the closest to me said that they hated each other
and never wanted to see each other again; my sister was in a near-fatal accident,
and my heart just absolutely broke. I thought, “I don’t want to be
in a world like this.” I just thought, “There isn’t any point.” It’s a very dangerous place to be because, if you’re depressed
at the same time that you think that, you might well consider suicide. and I thought, “I don’t really
want to be in this life, but I’ll give it one more chance.” I’d heard about a Zen monastery
which is in England. It’s run by 25 English monks,
both men and women, fifty-fifty, and they run it in the Japanese
Zen Buddhist tradition. All we did all day,
apart from gardening and cooking, was hours and hours of meditation. When you meditate, what you do is, you turn down the volume
of everything that’s going on, inside you as well as
everything that goes on outside. So you don’t engage with media, you don’t engage
with your usual opinionating, and your thoughts,
your worries, your concerns; it’s all happening, but you dive underneath that
as if into an ocean, and when you dive into a ocean,
for people who’ve tried that, everything outside becomes quiet,
and you go into a totally different world. So I did that. When I did that, what I came across
was absolute abject terror. It was like there was a layer
of emotion that was utter fear. Not for any particular reason, but it was like a primal fear
that we’re born with already. If you listen to a baby crying in terror, there’s not necessarily
any particular reason; it’s just there, it’s an instinct. I realized that that’s
what I’d been channeling in my usual surface irritability, that I’d been carrying around
in what I thought was my personality, was that fear that was coming up. But I had to persevere
because there wasn’t any way out; there was suicide or it was find out
a way that I could live with, the way that the world was,
and the way that I was. So I kept going and about seven
or eight months into my meditation, I came across something utterly unexpected that I didn’t even know existed. The only way that I can
describe it is love. It came to me in the most unexpected way. I was gardening with a nun,
and she handed me a tiny little plant, about 5 millimeters, and it had two little leaves standing. It was light green, I remember it so well,
and it was beaming, and I’m not even exaggerating about that. It looked like
light was emanating from it, and it’s only because I’ve been
turning down the volume on everything else that I noticed this tiny little thing. And it said, “I am extremely precious, I’m life itself. And it’s your responsibility
to take care of me.” Normally, I hate gardening, I grew up in a city,
I don’t care about stuff like that, but I felt I had no choice
but to honor it. So love exists in things,
it exists in plants, it exists in nature; not just in people
and not just in romance. There’s something
that the Buddhists call Indra’s net, which connects all of us and all things. It means that everything that we do
affects other people, even the tiniest little thing. Once I took care of an old friend,
an elderly friend at the monastery. Her feet were very painful
so I was putting band-aids on them, and I found myself in this posture,
sort of supplication; I was kneeling, of course. I realized that that is what love is: taking care of other people’s
tiniest needs, if you can, if they need you,
and always looking out for that. Also, there was another nun,
who said, “How are you?” I’d never been asked “How are you?”
in exactly the way that she did because the difference was
that she really meant it, and then she waited for my answer, and she really cared what my answer was. She wasn’t saying it
just to get something from me, which, I’d spent so many years in London that I wasn’t used to somebody
actually caring about such little things. So the nature of love
with Indra’s net, that network, is that it doesn’t come from us,
it comes through us. We can’t control it, necessarily; it comes through us, both emanating from us
and something that we can receive. Receiving and giving is actually
the exact same action. In helping my elderly friend,
I was also receiving something. If you look for the evidence,
you’ll find it. My father wrote a letter
to me at the monastery, and he did his usual thing, which was argue with me
on a philosophical point. It always felt
like a punch to the stomach, it felt like, “Dad, you’re
not acknowledging my reality,” and it made me so incredibly angry. So I grabbed the letter and, you know, scrunched it up and unfolded it,
scrunched it up and unfolded it. I took it to a Zen master and said, “I’m so angry at my father.
What can I do with this anger?” I thought he would tell me
to go meditate or something, and he said, “Well, think about why did your father
really send you that letter?” I realized, well,
it was to connect with me. Why would he do that? Oh, he loves me! In less than a minute, I turned around this aggressive emotion
into realization of connection. I was able to do that afterwards as well
when I went back to London, in very aggressive confrontations
with complete strangers. It turns around. A lot of people, obviously,
are quite desperate in London, and they often come up to my face, and usually I’d be
really defensive and angry, and I’d try to, you know,
push them away or something. But when I let them come up close and really try to find out
what it was that they wanted, that was all they wanted,
they just wanted to be heard. They didn’t actually want to hurt me. I think far too often
we’re very defensive, and we imagine that people
want to hurt us when they don’t. You can also find evidence
in the tiniest things, like a little butterfly
landing on your shoulder to show you that you’re not alone. Or there’s a social forum
called AskReddit, where seven million people
write questions to each other, just because they’re interested
in each other, that’s the only reason. I went back to London
after about a year in the monastery, and it felt like there was
this gigantic hand, following me everywhere, protecting me. Now, I don’t believe in such things, but I’m just telling you how it felt. I like to test things so I’d go
from city to city and country to country to see if it’s still there, and it was. That nature of the net
that I was talking about was protective. Unfortunately though,
love doesn’t fix everything, as everybody here will know. There was still pain in the world
and, obviously, still conflict and war, both individually and politically. Life is imperfect. As Leonard Cohen says, “There’s a crack in everything,
and that’s how the light gets in.” But these atrocities that so many people,
probably all of us, are capable of, are actually just a twist
in the fabric of love. It’s a misunderstanding by people who’ve only gone
as far as that feeling of terror and don’t realize that there’s
anything underneath it that’s much greater than that. For those of us who do know, we can choose to do that and act from the place of love
rather than the place of terror. We can choose to judge things
in terms of how different we are, or we can choose to judge things
in terms of what we have in common. It makes all the difference. The other thing
that makes a huge difference is to tell your truth to somebody
who really knows how to listen. I’m training to be a counselor, and as a trainee counselor,
you have to go to a counselor as well. I’ve learned to tell her about the things that I find
the most shameful in myself; things that other people have done to me that I’ve been carrying all this time; things that I’ve been wanting
to do to other people that I thought were awful;
I had such guilt. I’m only telling you this because I know that every single person
has that darkness in themselves, as well. And that’s OK, and it’s normal. And when you tell somebody, the act of telling somebody
is almost like an alchemy, it transforms the feeling to something
that you realize is actually OK. But I can say this,
and it sounds like a textbook, it’s not until you
actually do it that it works. You should try it. So, after after all of that
and coming back from the monastery, spending several years back in London, I met my true love in my late 30s. The way that true love is often defined
Is two souls are as one, and that’s really how it felt;
but it’s completely unpredictable. We had different lifestyles,
completely different backgrounds, and I certainly didn’t expect
to meet him in my 30s; I thought I’d meet him
when I was in my teens and have lots of kids. But things don’t work out
the way that you think they will, and the the key to true love
is in the word ‘true.’ It was when I was honest with myself, and let go of an agenda,
and stop trying to make things happen that love could actually happen. Otherwise, I was just pushing it away. There are also many more souls
in the world than just two. If you try to choose: I’m going to like this person,
not all of those other people, and I’m not going to be
loving towards that tribe, or that community, or that country,
or that political group, then you’re shutting your heart off,
and your heart only has on or off. You can’t choose to only love
some people and not others. So, if you decide to be
in a loving relationship, you have to also be open
to everybody else and vice versa; not in an open sexual relationship, but I’m talking about
another kind of love. But there’s talk
about the false self a lot. I think of the individual self
as a crusty eggshell, that’s how it feels to me, which keeps me away
from other people, it isolates me. Whereas the fact is that we’re actually
much more like blobs in a lava lamp, waxy globules they are going along
in a stream of lava-type liquid. If you think about a lava lamp, these blobs are always
forming and unforming, and they change as they go along; and they don’t have
any preferences about it. They don’t point at each other and say, “That one’s different,
or I’d rather be like that, or I’d rather be over there
in the lava lamp.” They just go along with that flow, and that’s how human beings actually are. We have much less choice than we think. Of course, there’s still wisdom,
and there’s still good choices, but if we went along
with the way things are, things would be much easier for us. If you also think about the lava lamp in terms of these blobs
forming and unforming – I don’t know how many people
have experienced grief and loss here – but a lot of people will have the feeling that when somebody dies,
it’s not over, that’s not the end. So, the only real thing there is change, not necessarily living and dying
as we think of it. It’s much more fluid than that. Love isn’t some kind
of magical thinking, it’s grace. You honor it by letting go
of the opinions that separate us, by honoring gentleness, both in yourself and particularly
in people that you don’t like; that’s the greatest challenge. And also by telling your truth. I’d like to end with a poem
by 13th century poet Rumi, it’s quite a well-known poem,
but it bears repeating. “Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing
and rightdoing, there is a field. I’ll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about. Ideas, language, even the phrase
‘each other’ doesn’t make any sense.” Thank you. (Applause)

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