Love at Capacity

You are streaming love out, full bore.

Shining your Light – strikin’ the bell.

You’re shaking it up, sister/brother. Amen!

And now, for some radical candor. How’s it going with your love life?

Tellin’ it like it is …  More often than not, are you pouring out hot, lip-smacking-good gravy from your quart container — into an eight-ounce sauceboat?

Gasping in disbelief as it spills all over, puddling into a slick & nasty ole mess? Hours of prep time, squandered.

Your world, soaking up one walloping-cosmic grease stain — that knows how to hide from intensified Tide …

Rendering visible, for all to see, the wounds that you carry.

Ok, then. Feelin’ ya now.

And how about that mega-biggie? Yep … you know what I’m talking about – your birth family.     

Talk to us about the decades of agonizing self-inquiry – when you pondered the perennial, but unanswerable question:

Who are these people? And how the heck did I get here?

So sorry, my friend.  

But, that too, is Love at capacity. Even if in disguise.

You’ve ticked off countless episodes where your love energies bounced right-back off ‘em, like Teflon. Your kin by design.

Non-stick overtures of affection with net zero satisfaction.

But chalk one up for the home team – because they never even noticed the deficit.

You roll around with all that LOVE-fire in your belly – doused in the absence of ignition or recognition.

L   O  N  E   L  Y?   Yes, of course.

So you try, try once more. Extending a hand to your flesh-blood by whatever means. Only to reestablish yourself, yet again, as the only person in the conversation.

But, did you know? Everything’s gonna be alright.

I mean, just look at yourself. Shining your Light – strikin’ that bell!

Can we get another AMEN?

You’re somebody with profound and developed capacity to give and receive love.

Eyes, ears, heart wide open. All senses at the ready to receive that beloved other.

You feel their presence. Standing by – poised to jump onto your stage as soon as the director points the way.

You carry a taste of that sweetness on the tip of your tongue.

♪ I can almost taste it now … ♪

You bide your time …

Understanding that compromise is not an option. Not now. Not ever.

♪ When she gets weary,
Try a little tenderness, yeah yeah ♪
Otis Redding

We always believe that what’s not happening is the answer to what is happening … As if what isn’t happening is going to be somehow bigger and better compared to what is happening … That relationship we have with what’s happening – that presence — awakens a vibration known as unconditional love.

Matt Kahn