Of Love and Betrayal

(photo: barnacles and driftwood, from Louisiana coastline, Rockefeller preserve)
(originally published January 9, 2016) 

“Courage, dear heart.”

– C.S. Lewis

A few thoughts on love and betrayal this morning.

We don’t own or control love.

We don’t create it, begin it, end it.

We decide to allow it or resist it, or in our wisdom redirect it . . . through a change in circumstances, people, places.

Both resisting and not resisting can be painful.

It is always present in some part of our life, if we maintain inner alignment.   It is up to us to recognize that we are never without love.

A feeling of love is Grace. It runs to the root of our purpose.

It reminds us of what is Real. What is worth being alive for. What is foundational to our experience on Earth.  In betrayal, we question these same things.

Betrayal is lightning striking cedar;  it’s holy ground made through fire.

Scorch marks are evidence of bravery in surviving it. We are burnt to the core, our tender heart is revealed.

What was no longer correct is gone, charred, smoking. We smell like campfire, but it’s only our fear leaving.  One day the scent will be gone.  A green sprout will appear in the compost of our life. And we will delight in creating again.

So do not fear the Real. Or the lightning that restructures. Or the wetlands of our lives where the tide of love flows in, flows out, always there, in one place or another.

This is a secret of love:  taking hold gently, letting go gently.

We are each stronger than we recognize.

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