Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Love with an open hand
I had dinner last night with someone I love very much. It was a perfect opportunity to experiment with softening under the influence of love and beauty. I did not fall down, swoon, or tilt against the feeling. I did not harden or push the feeling away. Wow. This friend is well aware of how much I love him, so it was a "safe" environment in which to experiment. What unfolded was a really nice, relaxed evening with no strings attached - exactly perfect, in fact.
Today I'm attending the funeral of a dear friend's father. I'm going to again experiment with softening (which could be fairly easy, considering the fact that we'll be standing in Arlington Cemetery during the hottest part of this very hot day). Funerals have historically been awful experiences for me, but maybe if I can let the emotions of sadness and love for my friend move through me, it won't be as traumatic. Ya think? We shall see.
Love is super-potent. Whoa. Historically it has brought out the best and worst in me, sometimes all at once. Yeah I am still feeling very cautious and jumpy about opening to the third road of love (neither tilting against nor being knocked down by it). But I'm not going to stop trying to love more authentically. Baby steps, small moves - that's my strategy. Onwards to the summer of love. Oh yeah.