Monday, July 29, 2013
Love is pouring out of the sky, the ground, and the stars
It is unfathomable, really, to let in the reality that another day has been given. It is so easy to take for granted that we have been offered a precious human body, with all our sensitivities, rawness, tenderness, vulnerability, able to just look up into the sky or into the eyes of a sweet little baby - it is so awesome, really. What will this day bring? Will we allow another person fully into our hearts? Will we take the risk that love always requires? Are we willing to fall apart and never be put back together again? What about anxiety, fear, shame; what about that deep sense that maybe we aren’t loveable after all? Will there be room in our experience for even these old friends, who have returned as cloaked pieces of our own hearts?
There is a part of us that knows that in such a meeting something will be shattered. Our images? Our dreams? Our hopes? Our deep need to be seen? Our strategies to avoid the risk of intimacy? Our fantasies that we will never break open again? It seems we are also simultaneously aware of a call from beyond, whispering to us that in this shattering something will be reborn, reconstituted out of the dust-heap of the broken pieces of our tender hearts and faded dreams. Maybe it was only love after all, taking whatever form required to re-introduce us to ourselves. Things may not be quite what they seem here. Love is pouring out of the sky, the ground, the stars, the trees, and the butterflies around you. It is coming to find you. But it may come in disguise. Please keep your eyes wide open.