Heart Opening Love
A letter to my friend who made his transition earlier than any of us expected...
Thank you my friend.
Thank you for reminding us, for connecting us, and for making us all pause to reflect on what truly matters.
You broke my heart wide open today, but not in a bad way. My heart aches for your family and their pain, but I understand death and I understand you are still "here" and finally at peace - and I can still see your bright smile and feel your huge hug.
When I say you broke my heart open, I mean you showed me that there is another level, a deeper level of love that we can live in, a deeper level of oneness and unity. Which honestly surprised me.
I have been living as "we are one" and choosing love for years, and my brain fully understood it, and my soul remembered it, and my heart followed along - or so I thought. But today I realized there is another level - a deeper level of love. For everyone.
I wrote a post after the election about loving harder and loving more and loving the people that are the hardest to love. And in practice, I have done it. But now I really feel it.
I can feel the depths of pain that people are in right now and all I want to do is love them. I can see the threads that connect us all and I can feel the deep love that we all share at the core.
My heart has broken open and love is pouring out - for everyone!
I can see it so clearly now. I am not here to love comfortably or privately or conveniently - I am here to LOVE! Period.
I am here to love loudly and openly and awkwardly and all the freaking time. I am here to love with a heart so openly that I cry tears of joy and love and happiness and pain whenever I freaking feel like it - even as I'm rolling through the isles shopping at New Seasons like I was tonight.
There is no separation, there is no filter. My heart is full on broken open for all to see and for all to feel whether that is convenient or comfortable or not!
Here I am world! And I LOVE YOU! Every. Single. One of you!
Thank you my dear friend. And I love you.
