Is Love Always Here?

You know those moments when your whole body is triggered by someone’s obliviousness to your defensive, unloved parts?

You feel the fire rising.
You hear your voice rising, the accusations coming through.
You are both the Observer and the Observed, and yet you can’t stop mid-track or retract what is already escalating.

At this juncture, your best choice is to walk away and sit with that little girl who showed up hurt, and to love her dearly, despite her behavior and in spite of her tantrums.

Love is always present. Always in the background and in the foreground at the same time.

In these heated moments, she feels far and unavailable, but it is just a matter of softening the resistance and opening to even a sliver of her presence.

She needs very little:
a softening,
a deep breath,
a gentle invitation,
an exhale.

As soon as she steps in, even slightly, the light shifts.
The heart softens.
The charge begins to dissolve.

Love is always here. We simply return to her.

She is devoted.
She listens to our rhythms.
She respects our readiness.

Give to her.
Receive from her.

Love is always yours.

She never leaves, only waits for you to turn back.