Sometimes we let our need for labels limit how we live and experience love.
Shouldn’t it be enough that we are loved by each single creation in its/her/his own special way?
Let’s open ourselves to receive the kind of love we’re given. Give what we can in return as well.
Accept the love that is given to you, in whatever shape or form it appears. Temper your tendency to control it, to put a leash around it, to hang a name tag on it. Let it guide you in exploring yourself, in expanding your perspective on what is possible, on what is real.
It depends on our commitment
to expand our capacity to feel
how the world unfolds.
Richness surrounds us, and can never contain itself
we just need to open ourselves fully
to participate in this spontaneous
yet orchestrated overflow.
*An ode to my feisty, tender feline friend, Cool-aid; who has melted my heart back to its normal state. She reminded me that we only really have what’s in our heart. The rest are illusory.
We only fail at the goals we set. We only get punished by the rules we create.
There’s no external force that is judging us and holding us accountable for our actions. Heaven or hell are not places we go to in the afterlife – they are two extreme states of being within ourselves, of relating with ourselves.
We can either feel attuned to who we really are or totally disconnected. We only either feel proud of how we live up according to our standards or feel disappointed by how we’re unable to be who we say we wanna be, who we say we are.
We reach only the top of the mountains we choose to climb on.
Hence, we don’t succeed in the same way, at the same time.
Hence, not everyone appreciates the same view.
“Is it true that life is a mirror and everything around me is just a reflection of me?”, I asked in my meditation this morning.
As usual, animal spirit guides would appear and have the most profound conversations with me. This time it was a white female wolf who answered my inquiry. She said,
“That’s true – but only partly true. I ask you, if there is a mirror in front of you but you choose not to look, would you still see your reflection? Does the type of mirror affect how you see yourself? Let’s say you choose to look at a mirror which reflects an angle of your face or your body that you don’t like, won’t this make you conclude that you’re ultimately unlikable and generally unattractive?
This is a world of mirrors, yes, but not all are created equal. You must use your own power of discernment. There are no right or wrong mirrors to look at. But there is one thing that determines whether this world of mirrors serves you or not – Intention.
Your intention determines whether you choose to look at a mirror or not, your intention determines which mirrors to look at, your intention determines which parts of yourself you want to shed a light on and magnify.
This is not to immerse yourself in self-denial at the expense of your own growth. But to use the power of focus to grow that which is life-affirming and noteworthy in yourself, in your life.
Why choose to look at a distorted, or worse, a broken mirror?”
We should give our best not because everything equally matters individually and collectively.
What matters in the face of life, in the face of death – is that we show up fully in each given moment – to who we have become, but more importantly to who we claim ourselves to be.
I don’t think Source brought all things to existence merely to know itself and expand. *As I was stroking my furry bestfriend’s head, Munchkin, I knew that Source created everything ultimately because of love.
No, not to learn how to love itself, neither to love out of generosity. But to love that which is a part of itself but also outside of itself. To love without purpose other than the experience of loving. To experience love in its many different forms. To deepen our capacity for love.
Because having the opportunity to love is worth creating universes/multiverses for. It’s so good there’s nothing like it. It’s worth going through eternity for.
*I wrote this post with Munchkin beside me 🙂
Our consumerist culture has made us feel like an object, too. We’re just a part of the display. We don’t have our own power. Our unique ideas and preferences don’t have value. There is no other way. Everything’s been done. We are not in charge.
This learned perspective bleeds into all aspects of our lives. It makes us feel powerless over our work, our relationships, our finances, world events – even over our own past, our own thoughts, emotions and habits.
An antidote to everyday helplessness has always been this: To be creative. To create. To play. To express ourselves. To make something personally meaningful to us. To make something that makes us happy. To just keep doing it. To do it no matter what. This enables us to take our power back.
Everyone is an artist. We are all powerful creators. We just gotta get down and do the work. Make it happen.
Excluding mental illness, if you haven’t been obsessed with anything, you haven’t found something to really care about yet.
If you haven’t felt anguish just with the thought of failing at something, you haven’t really loved yet.
Only the crazy ones are capable of lifting something that matters off the ground. Only the crazy ones have ever done it.
Only the crazy ones extend the limits of their humanity. Only the crazy ones transform the essence of their divinity.
Only those who are crazy enough to create or dismantle the world order have pushed/are pushing this planet forward. If you haven’t been part of the crazy ones you haven’t fully lived.