The ocean is like an untended cemetery, compared to my youth dives, with shoots of life breaking up the stone and dead coral. A little family of forceps butterfly fish flutter around the tips of something brown. I honk sounds through the water to my kids when I spy a trumpet fish, a big one, with some neon lighting up the gray long body. My kids are so energized.
There are three turtles and I remember I have never swum with turtles before. “Hey. That’s cool,” I think. I try to reconcile the turtles with the changes from when I snorkeled and dove reefs years ago, “Positive? Negative?” Something there in me wants to feed this info through my inner hope-machine to convince my other that when my kids swim another future day, the ocean will not be dead. Foreboding.
I am starting to get disoriented by this and surface to get a grip. My husband pops up and I whisper to him, so our kids do not overhear and lose their energy to my negativity, “It’s like a tomb, Honey! I can hardly stand it!” And like a compass, he points to a better direction. “It’s fine, Sana. It is what it is.” Interpretation can distort experience.
Thanks to husband and the reconnection of interpretation with presence, under water, I see this moment, this day, in the parrot fish, the coronets, and the puffers. And I, with more gravity, am able to enjoy what Love is giving now. A solemn gift. More informed, my appreciation is deeper and I can receive.
Receiving Love is not as easy as it sounds. It is the work of a moment. It is the work of a lifetime. I am a spoiler, unable to love myself, unless I am able to receive Love from outside of myself and connect with it, in my pathway of Me-to-Me.
I am just starting to get this and am eager to understand and own more, because, this has been amazing. This is something like how it goes so far; tense up, maybe angry Me, (reason or no reason,) pause, look, pray for it, pause, acknowledge, let it do its thing on Me. Start over. Again. Again.
In we who suffer brain illness, we who suffer cancer, we who are in the dying stage of life, in we who, we, we are in the right place to do this. This is just where we need to be to receive Love.
Illness does not keep us from the ability to receive Love. Poverty does not. Dead coral and loss do not. Nothing can.
Everything can be used by Love to communicate to us. Illness can. Poverty, dying, loss can. Anything can be used to bring into our circle of Me-to-Me, Love. Love is now.
I am glad, in age, that I am increasingly aware of the changeability inherent in everything, everything, positive, negative, everything. This is one more way I am able to receive Love. Age.
Being able to receive Love requires the process of changing. It is not stagnant, stationary, unaging. As far as we are able to understand, it is not. We are creatures of dimension, creatures of space and time and until we are further created to receive otherwise, this is.
Question: how do you increase your reception of Love? How do you receive Love? How does this affect your friendship with yourself. Please tell us your story.
Self-Care Tip: Increase your Love-reception.
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- Accepting Love (thehealingroominsights.wordpress.com)
- Receive My Love (taraleighlovesyou.com)
- No One is Born to Hate (thinktalkspeak.co.uk)
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