A learning in love

Today, I am in love. I could conjure up a grievance from which to write but none are heavy enough to take seriously. Mike’s shape is loving yet prickly from hours of programming and I find it endearing. Funny how the behaviors of those around us matter only in relationship to how we receive them. Some days, his prickles rub me the wrong way. I aim to change their form completely or remove myself from their vicinity altogether in an attempt to keep my peace intact. Other days, like today, I rub myself against their edges voluntarily, softening their points ever so slightly with my willingness to be with them in their truth. I love these days because my joy, lightheartedness, and playfulness easily meet Mike just where he is and neither of us needs to change. I love the contentment that comes from weaving in and out of connection while being free to be who we are as we ebb and flow, knowing fair well that usually happens in an instant. Perhaps this is what allows love to flow — the freedom to just be. When I don’t feel free…to rest, to express, to create, to be, just as I want to be, I’m no good for love. When I do, I’m the conduit for it that love intends for me to be.