Finally, the post I’ve meant to get around to creating: What the fuck is a love tincture?
You all know what love means. I’m not going to pretend you’re morons by defining it. Tincture, however, is a rarer word. A tincture is a remedy. The dictionary defines it as “a medicine made by dissolving a drug in alcohol.” Or, alternately, “a slight trace of something.” Pick your poison.
In my eyes, Love Tincture is a cure. A cure to the common, a cure to apathy and boredom, a balm for this world’s malaise.
I say that, and I’m afraid I’m being selfish.Why should I get to say that this writing is a cure? (brash, rude). It is at least a salve for me, and with luck, maybe for you too.
You see, I don’t have the authority to talk about you, to say who you are. I don’t know you, but I do know who I am. I know you have stories, and maybe in telling my own, I’ll tell some of yours as well.
I still believe that if I tap my own well deep enough, I will get to the groundwater that binds us all together. The only way out is down. We’ve got to swim for the bottom, plumbing the depths of all that fear and wonder that’s in us.
I promise to be unflinchingly honest if you promise to keep reading.