Embody Love
/What is needed now
to fully embody Love in my life?
I pose this question to the gods. I put it to my muse. I offer it to the wise and wistful or whoever might shed some light, whoever might give a helpful hint, or whoever might serve up an answer that will make my heart sing. I wonder what might happen should I live this question for a day. What wonders might come if I keep my eyes peeled for a sign, my ears tuned to the key, my heart cracked open into a receiving bowl? Perhaps it will be like Erickson’s chair* and I will get nothing, an answer of emptiness into which I must dive, trusting life will catch me and restore me to this world, ideally in one piece of truth-be-told, even though I might find my illusions shattered and broken bits of beliefs littering my path.
One of the most powerful methods of creativity is to hold and carry a question with you as you go about your daily life, letting it brew in the background and then noticing what percolates up into your awareness. It is best not to take the first answer, or even the second one, but to let it continue to stir you, to shift and change with the shifting moods and moments of your day.
The first thing to go is this assumption something is needed, something lacking in me, that holds me back from living this life in its entirety. Next, the illusion of life lived in degrees, that this spilt sense somehow means I am not living fully. Third, the idea that I, in this tiny body and small mind, can embody a force as great as love, when it is the other way around, love embodies me, and living in love is so much easier to do when conceived this way. Perhaps the only thing needed is radical acceptance of this universal energy; a radical sacrifice (making sacred) of my self!
My shadow on the glass frame of the embroidered image of Erickson's famous "My voice will go with you..." quote
*Erickson's Chair: I had the chance to visit the home of the late Milton H. Erickson, the great psychologist, in March, 2017. He was my mentor in sprit and I devoured his work in the 80's and 90's, the two decades after he died. I sat in his chair, careful to sense some of his spirit, some lingering presence that I might receive. But I felt nothing. The next day, on the flight home, resting in my seat, I suddenly realized that I felt nothing because Erickson had left the world complete. This insight came with a deep feeling of gratitude for Erickson and for all the people who have mentored me or encouraged me on my journey. I bow in thanksgiving to the many who have supported me and encouraged me, who have challenged me and taught me, who have tolerated me in my weakness and inspired me in my grace! I am truly blessed!
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