I fall and can’t stop. My heart is wide open, my body willing, my mind justified. Then it begins with the whispers; not worth it, don’t know enough, too young, too old, too far, too much to think about, then tha feelings become nebulous like an Irish landscape.
I’m exposed, raw, my heart has been stripped. The recent budding of newly formed translucent petals fragile still from the past. I can’t stop being who I am because all we have to give to another is love. Giving of time, gentleness, kindness and connection. Love, a free gift which so many of us play games with and position ourselves to overthink, hold back on, justified because of the overthinking.
This calls for radical acceptance and honesty. Not just of ourselves, but also of the other. I’ve accepted that I connect with people quickly and intensely. Some of my closest friends from day one I had an instant connection with. I find soulmates, people I resonate with, people I learn from in an instant. The big change now is that along with that acceptance, I have learned to observe myself in reaction to what is going on. Why do some connections make us feel love and others aversion. It’s a reflection of our essence. The beauty of the soul in others is what lives in us. It’s the human thread of those who are on our same trajectory as we are. The homecoming of love meeting that piece in others.
I have love to give and even though the romantic love sometimes ends I still have love for those who’ve come and gone in my life and the ones I love today. We are all a gift to be appreciated and honored. It begins within. Appreciate and honor the divine in yourself and the magnet will gravitate toward its mirror.