|OK, I know!
I’m as hard boiled as the next person.
And I’m not one of those people who remembers her dreams.
But this one has never left me.Because if every blade of grass and leaf and cloud
is here to love,
— just by being grass or leaves or even clouds —
then so am I.I must be here to love, too.
To be a channel of Love.
Love expressing through the uniqueness of me.
Only some days I forget!
Some days my channel of love gets all gummed up.
Then every cell in my body feel tight.
I’m full of doubts or overwhelm,
afraid… or worried… or stuck in some old story of my not enough-ness.
But sometimes, somehow, I do remember.
It can happen when I’m out walking in the woods.
Or holding a newborn.
Or just sitting quietly, taking a breath.
Then that channel of Love that I am somehow gets clearer.
I’m sure you’ve felt it, too, Friend.
There’s a sense of spacious centeredness bubbling up through you.
Or joy you didn’t expect.
Or just a gentle sweet feeling of safety and belonging.
That’s when I can be patient
remembering that my friend is doing the best she can.
Or generous when I’m cut off
knowing that guy’s probably having a really hard day.
On days like that
I know it’s all just Love.
That the grass and leaves and clouds and all of us
Are Love, being Us.
The trick, though, is remembering!
And what stands in the way every time
are all the habits and beliefs we’ve built since childhood to try to keep safe
— or that’s what we think.
(more on that next week)
Clearing Love’s channel
means investigating the muck that’s still there.
It means being curious about what I still do
to try to compensate for having not gotten the love I needed way back when.
This is the work of evolving.
It’s how we awaken to remembering what is really true!
This is the awakening so many of us are doing these days.
It’s what keeps me hopeful in the face of such much tragedy and darkness.
And it’s what I do with my clients every day,
whether we’re talking about relationships or sex or whatever else.
The work is just remembering the Love we really are
And walking back home together.
So… do you want to know the end of the story?
What happened after my dream with the ficus tree?
5 days later Love did its thing
And we conceived our third child.
Forever sharing Love,