Being human is tough. But it’s also pleasurable. We get to experience sunshine, moonbeams, starlight, ocean waves, mountains, puppies, dark chocolate, music, roses, waterfalls, and love. Most of all, love. Love is what allows us to see worth in all of these things. Love embodies everything it means to be human. It fills us up and makes us whole. It breaks us and rebirths us. Because of love, there’s hope. Love in its true form doesn’t let us divide because, whether we choose to remember it or not, we’re all connected. We’re all children of the same planet, the same universe. Every one of us. And if we go deep enough, we’ll find that common thread of love within. It’s in all of us.
When we speak through our love, we become a voice greater than ourselves, for the greater good. And if we trust that love, we may find out who we truly are, and the rest of our life will follow. If we uncage our hearts, everything that doesn’t honor love in our lives will fall away. I’ve never felt this with such conviction more than now. So much so that I’m surrendering to the inevitable flow of change in every aspect of my life, which is terrifying and exhilarating. 2020 became the kick in the pants that forced me to realize that my life had become cluttered with stuff that no longer served me. That I needed to make changes in order to be who I fully want to be. To reorder priorities, to heal old wounds. And to trust my gut through all of it. To trust that the new, more authentic foundations I build from this point won’t tumble down, but thrive.
Let me explain. I don’t really care if there’s a pile of laundry up to the ceiling if I can find time to sit in the sun or walk through the woods or talk with my daughter. I don’t really care how much money I have if my heart overspills with love for another and I have beautiful things around me that give me joy like music, nature and peace. And I don’t really care about what people think about me, as long as I know in my heart that I’m living a joy-filled life.
It really is all about love, in all its forms. Love for humanity, love for family and friends, love for ourselves, love for the natural world, love for a partner. I strongly believe that everyone, everyone, deserves to experience human love. It’s not something we need to earn. To prove. To deny ourselves of. It’s what makes us fully human, what allows us to experience our human-ness fully. It’s how we unite with the divine. We are meant to experience love, all of us. Humans are meant to receive love, bathe in love and spread love. Love brings the sacred to human-ness. Love brings hope to life, to humanity.
Being human is courageous. Loving is courageous, to keep our hearts open when we most want to close them. To let love break us open, because the world needs our hearts to stay open. If we can discover that past heartbreak wasn’t failure, that it didn’t happen to us, but for us, we’re able to look back and be blown away about how it transformed us. About how the transformation allowed a blossoming into something even deeper and sweeter. About how love brings us back to our soul, to all that’s important. To hope. And that’s the whole point. Give your heart a voice. Trust it.
Love, it just is.
It transcends body, time.
It’s flitters and crashing rivers. Clouds that caress.
It brings to the knees, drenches the desert. It feeds and sings.
Uncaring for convention.
Beautiful suffering and torrential surrendering.
It recognizes a soul’s perfection. A mind full of magic.
It’s destiny. Sanity. Miracle. Liberation. Restoration.
Heaven swallowed whole.
Terrifying and comfortable. Home and a scourge.
Knowing that escapes earthly explanation.
Stumbling inside flames in the eyes.
It’s in the chest, breath, dreams stuffed within, embers that glow.
Love.
Not destroyed or tethered
But infinite. Ageless. Truth.
