Is Love Really ALL You Need?
Are you buying it? Is love really ALL you need?
If you’re Marianne Williamson, the answer is yes. Marianne, who wrote A Return to Love and several other books that heavily influenced my early recovery, is often quoted for her words on love and forgiveness.
When I’m spiritually fit and seeing the world through a clear lens, love IS all I need. I find myself agreeing with Marianne, Eckhart, Wayne, Deepak, even the Dalai Lama about be-ing love. I mentally send buckets of love out into the Universe to pour over the heads of those not as far along the spiritual spectrum as me . . . ah, those poor, unenlightened souls.
And when I’m not spiritually fit?
Oh, you would have to ask. During the myriad of times when I’m hitting sour notes and damning the grasshoppers that hop-and-touch me as I walk across summer grass, I’m certainly not singing love’s praises.
You’d think it would be the opposite, wouldn’t you?
Nope, I’ve got no use for the seekers’ quotes when I’m restless, irritable and discontent. I would rather–forgive the imagery here, please–sit in my own shit because it’s warm (That’s a quote from one John W. Admire, another great influence to my recovery.).
I can get spiritually unfit quickly when I’m in that warm, poopy place. Fortunately, I don’t go there often.
Now is not one of those times, in case you’re wondering. But I am thinking a lot about a friend who is super-special to me. I spoke with her yesterday and it seems her life is in the pits on every front–work, primary relationship, self-worth.
She sounded tired and alone. My heart breaks for her. But if I said to her, love is all you need, she would have probably hung up the phone.
I didn’t, of course. But I’ve been thinking it.
What happens when the wheels come off the bus?
My friend lamented that she wasn’t doing good things for herself, that she was too angry and frustrated and over the whole idea of taking care of herself. How could I say to her that this is the exact time to feed her soul lots of love?
I’ve been in that emotionally drained morass of pain before so I know a little about what my friend is feeling. Why do we hurt ourselves more by denying self-love when we need it most?
Human nature, I suppose. I recall the kind words people in recovery say to newcomers, “Let us love you until you can love yourself.”
Wise words. Even as I asked my friend to give herself some grace for the things she’s doing right, I know that I can help her too. I can send her love.
Ice cream scoops, minnow buckets, Texas in-ground pools all filled with love for a woman who is always unconditionally, no-questions-asked there for me. I hold a vision of brighter times for her, a vision of her finding her laughter again, a vision that sees her heart overflowing with love of life.
Blondie, this one’s for you. I’m sending you love.
Love is all around us all the time. Love is the ethers that we swim in. Love is the amniotic fluid of the soul. ~ Marianne Williamson
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