“Use me, dear Lord, so that I might know the joy of being used by you.” M. Williamson
On Valentine’s Day, I find myself steeped in a lesson on love that is all too familiar. I recognize the same old feelings. I am exhibiting the same old fears and patterns. The sense of frustration I know very well, and I have cried these same tears before. It may wear a new face and pair of pants, but it is a repeated lesson that I am still desperately trying to learn. At least I can say, however, that I have grown much since the last go-round. The awareness gained is apparent. It is reflected in the understanding that I can now show toward another, and the compassion that I can now show toward myself.
On Valentine’s Day, I find myself steeped in a lesson on love that is all too familiar. I recognize the same old feelings. I am exhibiting the same old fears and patterns. The sense of frustration I know very well, and I have cried these same tears before. It may wear a new face and pair of pants, but it is a repeated lesson that I am still desperately trying to learn. At least I can say, however, that I have grown much since the last go-round. The awareness gained is apparent. It is reflected in the understanding that I can now show toward another, and the compassion that I can now show toward myself.
On this day of love, I thought I should write a blog that was uplifting. But I am not inspired. And while I am aware that this time of year can be lonely for those without someone special in their lives, my aim is not to commiserate – nor do I want to showboat any kind of “singles” anthem. What is on my heart at this very moment, is a wish to encourage love when it seems difficult, unrealized, or out of reach. I wish for us all to rumble with a new set of questions around love, exercising patience for the answers to be revealed, and becoming enlightened enough to move past those same old lessons.
My soul’s way forward at this time is not yet clear. I may have written a blog called Rising In Love a few weeks back; but today, the human in me feels like she is stumbling. Don’t worry though; I will rise in love again, because that is my choice. Well wishes, then, are not necessary. But if you feel compelled to sympathize, a simple nod of “I hear where you are” is enough. At least I can say that I have grown much since the last go-round. The awareness gained is apparent. It is reflected in the understanding that I can now show toward another, and the compassion that I can now show toward myself.
Check your horoscopes to see what’s in store for the week ahead, and don’t forget to read for your Ascendant sign.
My soul’s way forward at this time is not yet clear. I may have written a blog called Rising In Love a few weeks back; but today, the human in me feels like she is stumbling. Don’t worry though; I will rise in love again, because that is my choice. Well wishes, then, are not necessary. But if you feel compelled to sympathize, a simple nod of “I hear where you are” is enough. At least I can say that I have grown much since the last go-round. The awareness gained is apparent. It is reflected in the understanding that I can now show toward another, and the compassion that I can now show toward myself.
Check your horoscopes to see what’s in store for the week ahead, and don’t forget to read for your Ascendant sign.
