An old friend of mine who casually over dinner years ago, told us she could read palms, read mine, and told me I would have many loves. She was right. I guess I can call myself fortunate enough or unfortunate enough to have loved fully more than once. The connections I’ve made through love have always dipped lightyears below the surface into extremely deep and vast waters. Not just sharing physical and emotional space but sharing very intimate spiritual space. The hard part is letting go of something so connected and then becoming brave enough, surrendered enough, to try it again with someone new.
I realize I don’t need physical time and space to feel deeply connected with someone. I can feel them long after they’re gone, when we haven’t spoken in months, when we haven’t seen each other, touched each other in years, they’re still there. Still close, like nothing ever happened. I feel the need to do something about it, so I fight it. And in turn I recognize I’m just fighting myself. The part of me that is connected to them is still me. Spirit is always one. It’s not me and them who came together and “became connected.” It’s me meeting them, them meeting me, and having the opportunity to know and enjoy the place where God dwells within us both. A space that’s always been there, one that makes oneness undeniable.
To shun that part of me, to fight it and try to disconnect from it is impossible. Harmful even. I’ve seen it manifest in my body as overprotective, eating away at my own flesh to protect myself from potential harm. Stop it. Love is oneness. Only fear separates. Only fear over kills just to be sure. I do not operate in fear. Move through the next chapters of your life in love. Love again, and again if you dare. Share the beautiful moments and connections that dip deep, light years below the surface and bask at the beauty of the ocean that is you.
