falling in love with....

I have been thinking about chemistry, energy, hormones, and how they are enlivened through the transformative fire of love.

The chemistry of love basks the folds of our brains with a certain kind of illumination. Lighting us up and changing how we perceive the world. This creates a feedback loop of life. When we are falling in love, often everything looks brighter and more possible. The chemistry of this rush can be addictive.

And when we love long and over time there is a grounding and holding quality to it. Land back into my arms it says…

Personally the long love quality is what I had been going for with self-love. But what if I also practice being deeply, madly and delightfully in love with myself?

I wonder if our self-love could also be so raw, passionate, and free that we light up our own brain chemistry, and in doing so change our outlooks and our lives? 

An inner love loop that continually illuminates our own channels? Bathing in this would not be self-indulgent but self-actualizing. If we could honestly use it as a current to align the places we are out of our own inner alignment, then we become the object that we love and the subject that loves.

I am almost 50, and I have been lucky to love and love deeply. This has given me practice for the sensation and sparkle of love, so I have a glimmer of what I am rooting into.

What do you love? What do you love with passion, and what do you love with compassion? A person, a tree, an animal, a book, an activity? What are the sensations of that energy?

POETIC AFFIRMATIONS:

I love myself up close and from a distance, I am the movement and the container, have quickness and space, embody both the falling and the catching.

I love myself dizzily and quietly. 

I have the Mona Lisa smile kind of love, like an ancestor grandmother watching her 10,000th grandchild fall into a soft fit of crying over spilled milk

And I have the rushing passion kind of love, intoxicating my cerebral stem, lighting up my spine in its forever dance of life, seed, and earth.

I love myself so much in these depths and layers that my inner awareness is velvet fire and my eyes are liquid sparkle and this never leaves, only renews, because I am always with myself. 

And so.. I soften my grip on the expectation of others to meet and give this to me… I soften the belief I need that to be ok. I soften the grip of needing to be met in any form of perfection…instead there we are. Here we ALL are. I don’t need to get this love from anyone, and so I am free to give and receive.

I have courage for this practice that feels risky and radical. I have c’eour-age… Heart Wisdom.