A Consort is the opposite of what we typically imagine when we think of love and romance.
Love, as we often conceptualize it, is a place of rest, a retreat where we seek comfort, a relief from cessation of dynamic motion, the stilling of flight.
True love, though, is found in motion, in the constant expansion and release of all that would bind us.
To be a Consort is
to remain in flight,
to never land,
to keep pushing outward whenever grasping, aversion, or ignorance tries to take hold. To be ungraspable.
We push out, out, out—creating space for both to rise together, higher than either could alone.
This is the practice of love, staying open to all the pulls and sways of Eros without collapsing and without getting rigid.
A Consort stands at the equator of existence, balancing the forces of attachment and detachment, neither ignoring nor denying the magnetic pull of love, nor succumbing to it.
Life offers us the strongest sensation, this overwhelming force of Eros, to work with—not to escape from. It is here, in the heat, that the true work begins.
The feel-good sensation is not an end but a means to stay in flight and liberate all.