I've always had my own thoughts and theories on love, but messages and lessons on this force that makes the world spin 'round seem to be following me everywhere these days. Some are found in Tweets of folks I follow like Joyologist Tricia Huffman; "You more than anyone else in the world, are worthy of your own love. Adore who you are. You are worthy of love. You are worthy of acceptance." Others live in the new email blast I'm signed up for called The Daily Love (which rocks and is the best way I know to start my day). Still others pop up in random quotes I see around town like "When you love someone you don’t need to be with them. Love is selfless. Love lets people be as they are whether it’s with us or not. And love lets us be who we are also. Love is happy for that person when they’re happy. Love is calm and patient." I'm finding more and more resources to keep me trucking along as love-filled as possible and I'm super grateful for that.
But yesterday morning, after my daily doses of love from a variety of sources, I thought about the importance of not relying 100% on outside opinions, thoughts or even experts to fill my love tank. I thought about how the only way to really sustain the good-lovin' feelings was to be my own advocate of love; to be love in motion for myself and others. And then I thought but damn, that can be pretty hard to remember sometimes. It can be difficult to *feel* when I know what it's like to have love (affection, attention, appreciation) given, blessed upon me and then taken away on someone else's terms. I also know what it's like to be that person who loses the drive to continue sharing her heart with another being. I'm not sure which side is more painful, actually. Where is the in-between? The balance? Where is the space of love I wish to live in wholly, peacefully, gracefully?
So, to help remind myself on a daily basis that love already surrounds me right where I am (no matter where I am) and, more importantly, dwells strongly, faithfully, eternally within me always, I had a ring made on my lunch break by the cute little Asian man who sets up shop outside the Embarcadero Center and who made my "trish" necklace a few years ago. Every time I glance down at my finger I'm reminded to try my best to always come from a loving and kind place--regardless of the scenario. I'm reminded that I wear love on the inside and out; that I am a manifestation of love and have the power to tap into it's vibrations whenever I choose. I'm reminded that it's OK for me to be alone right now...gulp, alone, scary word, yea?...because when I am in need of a dose of love I don't have to look any further than my own heart. It's OK to share it's love with myself.
My little love ring is my new mindfulness reminder to keep holding space...safe, generous, accepting, authentic space...for love. Pretty solid $15 purchase, right?
Love and Light,