From one perspective, we can sense a primordial longing in us to be fully met by life, by another, and ultimately by our own selves, to be granted some sort of cosmic permission, finally, to be what we are. For it is within vast, tender space that our experience can metabolize and unfold, without any pressure that we change, be different, be "happy," or "heal." When we are truly held in this way, our nervous systems down-regulate, our minds soften, our hearts open, and we come into an ancient sort of rest. When we hold another's hand and walk into the fire of presence with them, together we embrace the movement of integration within all of life, touching that same wild activity that keeps the stars from falling out of the sky.
When we are provided sanctuary in which our entire being can show up, without apology—and we can dance without reservation or shame equally within the darkness and the light—a very natural process of healing is initiated. We find ourselves in an illuminated crucible, but the energies of transformation here have little to do with our own or another's effort, ideas, hopes, or fears. In fact, there is no support here at all for egoic process.
Our strategies have fallen apart, there are no more processes to engage with, and we find ourselves in awe at the burning aliveness which has emerged in the space between. We are in the untamed, unknown realms of the beloved, with no reference point to return to; only a raging sort of aliveness. What you are is pure creativity.
When we allow ourselves to enter deeply into the subjective experience of another—and when they feel us with them inside of the cracks and crevices of each and every cell of their heart—love takes over, the great natural perfection begins to whisper its secrets, and we turn toward home, together. It is often a messy journey, really—gooey, sticky, yummy, yucky, drippy, all of it—but is always somehow guided by the unseen hand of love, and the sweet and fierce grace that are its emissaries in this world.