love infinitely

it may not come as you calculated but it's everywhere

Dear friend. Thank you for your patience with me. It’s been a second since I posted because I’ve taken myself from way over there to way over here. Way over there? That’s San Diego, CA, perched above a freeway, train tracks, a trolley, airport, and cruise port. Way over here? Now, home is Summerville, SC, in the trees, among colorful little houses and folks who cross the street to say hello.

Hello from beneath a thundering summer sky.

I have just a simple thought to share today, and a proposal.

The proposal first. I invite you to join me live on substack for quiet Wednesday mornings. I’ll pop in live at 8:45am EDT and offer a chance for a silent gathering. We won’t linger more than 5 or 8 minutes. Just enough time to feel the connection of our hearts and breath. I make the proposal to give us a chance to practice our heartfulness together. Come along. Or, you know… catch the recording at time convenient to you. The heart doesn’t care two hoots about schedules.

Now, the simple thought. My friends, we’re meant to love. We’re meant for love. We are love. We = Love.

The wacky thing about the love equation is how often we get it wrong. We complicate the calculation like so: We + Love = Okay. We forget our essence and believe love is meant to be added to us. In the calculation, we aren’t okay without its addition.

Some of us, sometimes, complicate the equation further by trying to define Love with precision. We think it’s meant to be a specific integer— a particular quantity delivered in just such a way, with that just-so quality that unlocks Okay. We might even dismiss Love that comes our way because we perceive it arriving in the wrong form. That’s not Love, we say. Or, that’s not the Love that makes me okay. Or, that’s a 3. I need a 9 to be Okay.

But, well, what if Love is infinite?

We spend so much of our time these days judging and opining about the merits of everyone else living their lives. We even judge and opine about the ways their ancestors lived. In all of that judgment and opinion, we’re complicating the equation that most accurately defines us. We = Love. The additions we make are constructs that occlude the memory of our essence. They leave us in search of Okay when we’re already perfectly, infinitely Love.

You are Love. And so is the person beside you. And so is the person you love. And so is the person you love to hate. I’m sorry about that, by the way. You may as well cancel out the hate part and let your love lift you up.

Here’s a gentle encouragement for your practice. Notice how frequently you want Love to arrive in a certain way. Notice how unwilling you are to receive it just as it is. Most importantly, notice the power of your love, delivered regardless of how anyone else is behaving. What happens when you decide to love everyone?

Play with the idea for a day or a week. Notice how often you want someone else to deliver love first. Notice how often you want someone else to deliver love differently. Notice how you withhold love as a result, and the feeling in your heart as it endeavors to comprehend the miscalculation.

Your heart favors the ease of truth. We = Love.

Feel that. And let it become a practice.

I look forward to seeing you on Wednesday morning. We’ll let our hearts guide us in the quiet of infinite Love.

I love you!