The daily return
Learning to live from love again and again
Each day I must learn how to love again. Again and again. Just like the morning dew arrives each and every morning, love is something I must return to each and every morning, as well. It’s what it all comes down to. Am I living out of fear or out of love? That is it. It’s really that simple. Yet I so often complicate it. Making it seem more difficult than it needs to be. More steps that need to be taken. More. But I’ve heard it before - that less is more. So why do I let all the outside voices rage so loudly? Why do they get to take up so much space in my head?
One thing I’ve noticed, is that it all is in my head. Those voices, they aren’t in my body. When I’m able to sink deep into my body, those voices, that noise, can no longer be heard. I drop in. I feel the muscles in my shoulders release, my face softens, my fists unclench. I sink in. My body always offers up a similar message. Return to love.
Each day I sit. I sink in. I am reminded, yet again, to live from love. Again and again. Morning after morning. And that’s when I start to feel it. This gentle, warm swirl inside. Expanding, permeating, encompassing and surrounding. Slowly curling the corners of my lips up. I look up and around and now I see it, too. The flower poking through the dry cracked dirt, seemingly arising from nothing. The fog seeping through the trees, blanketing my yard with its softness. The soft glow of my white lights.
It’s here that I want to be each morning. Learning to love, again.
