Love is my truth. My driving force pulling me through my highest highs, and my lowest lows. It’s held me in the tightest embrace, and burned me to ash.
Often revealing itself through the reflection of others, but has always led me back to realize that the love I feel for them emanates from within my own heart. A mirror, placed before me by the divine itself, serving to shine light on the path into the wellspring of love residing within me.
Once returned to and embodied in our own self love, we are then able to give from our overflow. When we are empty, we have nothing of true sustenance to give others which often leads us to search outside of ourselves for a love already within. Eventually we’re led to a mirror to help us remember what our hearts have always known to be true; that we are our own beloved.
Whole & complete.
It’s a hard pill to swallow because as you open your heart to this truth, you realize everyone you’ve ever loved was only a friendly guide returning you to your innermost self. A guide we were never meant to attach ourselves to, or give our power away to, but rather open to their guiding light as it walks us home.
It’s an advanced skill to love in this way as it takes much devotion to the practice of detachment and inner freedom. My own chest aches reminding myself of this truth as the part of me still focused in separation craves so badly to hold my lover in my arms. And maybe one day I will again, but for now all I have is me and that is enough. It has always been, and it always will be.
Nobody said this journey was easy, but my soul signed up for this exact mission so I can’t help but trust it will all be worth it in the end.