Thursday, April 2, 2015

An Open Letter to Those I've Loved and Lost: I Love Too Much. Deal or Don't. Your Choice.




To all those who have crossed my path or have been burnt by the light of my deep capacity to love, line up. They are bandaged, or angry, disgruntled or forlorn. Into the great grey mist of the love -lost they go.

I wear my too-big heart now, like a badge of honor, and few are brave enough to truly take it in. I speak not only of romantic love, but also of friendships that were built on my loyalty and familial commitment to those Ive let into my heart.

A precarious vulnerability, such passion does make. I am not defending myself. I merely stand here now, unapologetic. You can find me ablaze or snuffed out to frailty. That which confines me to another persons opinion is neither my business, nor am I interested in its contents.

I, a daydreamer have thrown colors to emotions or smell to thoughts, I am not bound by the limitations that preclude my peers from seeing all of lifes beauty with a gaze of awea childs ruddiness in equal parts separated by perfectly pink lips; a couple nervously hand-in-hand by the departure terminal, unsure how to express in words what their separation from each other will require them to endure; the steamy, thin fog dancing into the dawns light over grass and quiet lake in the gloaming hour that beckons the old woman on the bench to recount her lost lovers, her long-standing shroud, and the eruption of fury she has never allowed to smolder and spit.  

You may see frivolous or furtive love in my words, which may elicit a cringe or a detected rise in your temperature. You may find the outlandish in my outward openness.

What if I were to offer an alternate perception that my limitless capacity to love is not an encumbrance. Instead, what if that which sets my skin abuzz is coming from the same force that raises my children with true and layered compassion and empathy? Could my ability to throw tendrils out to the breathing and expanding landscape of all feelings possibly be a favorable trait that fills in all the holes and fissures left by the lame, tame, and the reserved souls.

A whole life lived is free from repression. It is accepting of the very core of all of us at the endingsendings of life, relationships, and journeys? Why only then do you allow your emotions to be free. Is it not strange that only in grief we sense our most sharpened sense of living? In the pain of loss, we engage in the undeniable presence of our beings. So I say to the lamenting woman on the bench, Go now, keep your life your own, in full immersion of all that you wanted and still want for, bury nothing, love now, and acknowledge its beauty, say thank you to those who forced you to push it down, because in that stifling came, not the static soul but the soaring one.

Do I lean into the dramatic? No, I trust-fall into the depths of it, arms-outstretched, eyes closed.  Is your version of life better or worse than mine? It is not. My being this way is its own shield. Few penetrate, even less return it in likeness, and so I channel the power of such propensity to feel and heal with gratitude.

I love your way for being different, and distinguishing itself from my own. All true gratitude comes from the bedrock of love, even if only a thin layer; its undercurrent flows inside. 

I dont expect yours to be as open a consideration, and with full understanding. I allow your judgements of something that seems nonsensical. In all that Ive said, I hope some breadth of loves gracious kindness permeated the screen. I hope on some day, not too far out from today, you can envision that gratitude is love, that love is gratitude, and it wants nothing in return except to soothe your hearts.



Maybe now, or in a different time on terms of your own, you will see that all that you have is already within you, always will be, always has been, and from that very lovely thought:

You have a million reasons to feel gratitude. Gratitude forms the emotion of love. That is the very deep belief from which I have returned and have found is the ample bounty of all that we can and will be. It stems from love. Love brings on gratitude, and gratitude creates the light that leads to a joyous heart.


From the sophisticated words of Kelly Clarkson, and in their refinement a simple truth revealed: This is my heart beat song, and Im gonna sing it.


(Cmon, thats funny. Lulu out.)
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