A Story of Love
There’s a tendency to view things like Love, or even God, through our filters and our projections. To take human behaviors and apply them to non-human constructs. To take human strategies and project them onto infinite possibility. A jealous God is not a God that makes sense to me - but I can appreciate that generosity contradicts scarcity and that a select few benefit from the belief that we live in a world of scarcity. For scarcity to survive: a jealous God, God would be. A Love that’s indifferent to injustice is not a love that makes sense to me — but I can appreciate that to hold the reality of the world as it is with love, is to hold complexity. Our shared traumas; the fact that across time and peoples and continents humans have hurt humans, ensures that we avoid complexity at all costs. It feels safer to split the world into black or white, good or bad, “canceled” or beloved. To see the reality of harm, is to see a messy world. To meet that reality with something other than punishment, as we have been taught to do, is to meet that mess radically. It is to choose open hearts in a world that instructs us to keep them closed. It is to risk being vulnerable in the interest of cultivating a love that perceives us.
We are living in intense times - I see them as times of clarity, times of rising conscious, and times of transition. And while it’s tempting to disengage, I think these times call us to see. To meet reality with a willingness to let it change us. To meet rigidity with a willingness to hold our wholeness and in doing so to finally meet ourselves.
What if on the other side of all of this we find it in ourselves to truly love. Imagine how such an outcome textures everything that preceded it. Imagine that with all that we’ve been through across time, and peoples, and continents; ours is still a story of love.
May this bring us more clarity
May that clarity ignite our courage
My that courage awaken our power
May our power align with true love
Image made incorporating photography from Johny Goerend via Unsplash.