You can't lose love
Posting a lot tonight.
Just talked with sister-in-law about my father's health, and about visiting my mom and dad.
Every moment I think about this, I notice the clear and unshakable conviction that I cannot lose him.
I notice that all my inner urges and inklings tell me that I---that we---simply cannot lose love.
So I'm thinking about the incredible anguish I felt when I thought he was dying, and the sharp, agonizing, physically heart-cleaving pain I've felt when I've lost others whom I love: and all that pain was real, in the sense that I surely felt it. So much that I could barely breathe, barely function. Yet the thing I was so desperate about was not real, in the sense of a deeper, more profound reality.
Once love has happened, it can never unhappen. Once a deep connection has been forged, it will always exist in some form at some level of reality.
Perhaps in this human form at this particular moment I can be separated from the physical bodies of the people I love, but my body-mind-spirit knows, and I mean really, unshakable KNOWS, that this is an illusion. Even our current separation is an illusion. Our deeper selves are still connected and always will be.
I can't lose my dad.
He will die, of course. That is the way of things. And I will never lose him, or even be permanently separated from him.
So right now, I will relax. I will send him love, as I so often do. I will send all my beloveds love. And it is good.
Just talked with sister-in-law about my father's health, and about visiting my mom and dad.
Every moment I think about this, I notice the clear and unshakable conviction that I cannot lose him.
I notice that all my inner urges and inklings tell me that I---that we---simply cannot lose love.
So I'm thinking about the incredible anguish I felt when I thought he was dying, and the sharp, agonizing, physically heart-cleaving pain I've felt when I've lost others whom I love: and all that pain was real, in the sense that I surely felt it. So much that I could barely breathe, barely function. Yet the thing I was so desperate about was not real, in the sense of a deeper, more profound reality.
Once love has happened, it can never unhappen. Once a deep connection has been forged, it will always exist in some form at some level of reality.
Perhaps in this human form at this particular moment I can be separated from the physical bodies of the people I love, but my body-mind-spirit knows, and I mean really, unshakable KNOWS, that this is an illusion. Even our current separation is an illusion. Our deeper selves are still connected and always will be.
I can't lose my dad.
He will die, of course. That is the way of things. And I will never lose him, or even be permanently separated from him.
So right now, I will relax. I will send him love, as I so often do. I will send all my beloveds love. And it is good.