It’s not that hard to find like. Or lust. Or friendship.

But love - true, epic, lasting love, the kind of love that leads you to celebrate 50 year anniversaries - is a whole other story.

As someone with two divorces under my belt, you may be reluctant to take love advice from me, and I wouldn’t blame you! But I’m nine years into my current marriage, and things are better than ever, so maybe I’ve learned a thing or two. Take it with a grain of salt, but in case something I’ve learned resonates with you and helps you find the kind of lasting love I’ve finally found, I wanted to share it with you.

Do you feel a connection to the divinity within you? Are you tapped into your authentic, brilliant, 100% sparkly, never-extinguished self? If not, I’ve got good news for you, my love!

You may not know it, but I give a free gift to the Owning Pink community - the brilliance of your Inner Pilot Light’s wisdom on a platter that lands in your inbox every day. I call it The Daily Flame and it's chock-full of inspiration.

Last night, I heard the news that Osama bin Laden had been assassinated. The very first thought that popped into my mind was, “Ding dong the witch is dead. Rejoice, munchkins!" Then a brief 10 seconds later, it was followed by a heaviness in my heart. Everyone all over the US was celebrating. Twitter was all atwitter with gleeful cheering. Facebook was one big PAR-TEE. There were parties in the streets.

And yet, I found myself crying, not because the world isn’t better off without bin Laden in it, but because our reaction as a society breaks my heart.

Speaking my truth

So I wrote this post. And I tweeted it on Twitter. And I posted it on a Facebook. And I quoted Gandhi saying, “An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind.”

And then people started un-liking me on Facebook. And un-following me on Twitter. And I started getting hate mail. And that just made me cry more.

This is a story about a half-painted bathroom. That might sound really dull, ironically much like watching paint dry, as they say, but bear with me because this is also a story of how a half-painted bathroom represented my state of mind.

In October 2002 I took a gargantuan Pleap (Pink Leap of Faith) and left my ten year marriage, packed up a U-Haul with 2 boxes of photo albums, 31 boxes of books, a single stained twin mattress, and drove 1,721 miles across country to Cleveland, Ohio.