A sweet young man who works with me came into my office this week. I could see he was wide open. He said, “I have something to say to you.”
I rolled my chair away from my desk and stood up as I could see his eyes water. He is not an emotional guy. I’m sure in private he lets it out. So he continued…
“I was at a healing gathering this past weekend and while in meditation you came to me. We were doing healing on love and opening our hearts….”
I started to tear up. His eyes swelled with pools of water and we both released. For the first time in a long time he was fully present.
“…I felt your heart and compassion! I was overcome with so much love. The way you are present for everyone everyday is remarkable.”
I hugged him. I thanked him. I explained that I am not completely open all the time to love. I told him that our jobs sometimes make us jaded. We see some of the worst parts of humanity in mental illness. I am very human and I, too, feel so disconnected at times. This is one of the reasons he also confirmed he went to the healing session. He felt a disconnection. And we spoke about it in depth. I held his hands in mine as to let the energy pass through every cell.
It’s sweet and humbling that he sees me that opened to love… everyone. Unfortunately, I forget sometimes to love me in the process. I’m getting better but it’s not always the case. I don’t always love to the fullest. Sometimes I, too, shut down for weeks on end. Sometimes I rather hide away. I take breaks in nature when this happens. I hike to renew my sense of love for everything. I return recharged.
I told him to be careful when he asks for an open heart. I’ve had friends who have wanted this and ended up with heart attacks. I expressed my concern and gentleness to his heart area. We spoke about mind and body connection and manifesting every desire.
We don’t love more or less than anyone else. We love enough and as much as our consciousness can hold. Love comes from our feelings. He said he felt an immense break inside. He knew he had to give more. That’s not so much about love. That’s old programming of what we expect love to be. We place a tremendous demand on how we should love others because of how we are received and perceived.
I hugged him. Thanked him for sharing the details of his journey. I’m always so grateful for the privilege to work with amazing souls. I’m more thankful for learning from him that moment of love.
May you find yourself in this kind of love…all the time.
2 thoughts on “Love is Why”
So sweet and beautiful . . . just like you!
Just like YOU! I love you.