“Life asks that we love with the depth of our souls, while holding no attachment to this love. This is one of the hardest yet most beautiful experiences I’ve come by. Loving from afar, loving + not having, loving + letting go…”
This is a type of art. The art of loving. A skill that I’m learning to practice and master. And sometimes I’m proud and content of where I have arrived, and sometimes I’m nothing but disappointed… The cycle spins. Fall, winter, spring are the easier seasons. I’m busier, life is more structured and organized. Summer time, however, bears many memories and I can’t help but wander far into them, into the dreamy clouds of yesterday… Undeniably, it also leaves me in a state of hypnosis. Fatigued and drained, I lose the will to give my best to this life… I travel to what if’s, and emotions I once felt… I go deep… I feel and I release… I’ve been in a slow phase of returning, Today I give myself permission to house the emptiness. Today, I wrap my heart in a thick, warm blanket of compassion. It is ok to be in need of space and time alone. It is ok to feel grief, if grief is what shows up. It is ok to dream, and create stories, if that’s what keeps hope breathing… Yes, I have a bumpy road ahead to master this art of – loving and not having; loving from afar; loving and letting go. It is one of the most difficult skills to embody and offer back… The Universe awaits. And so do I.