We are approaching five years since the arrival of a novel virus, and it seems there may soon be another. I remember that time as a period of dissonance for me. There was the steady drumbeat of messaging: If you love each other, stay home, don’t visit your grandparents, don’t gather with friends, stay six feet apart, don’t dance, don’t sing, wear a mask, postpone weddings and funerals. But this didn’t feel like love to me. It felt like fear, vigilance, a need for control. Meanwhile, those communities that chose to accept that death was now a greater possibility and that continued to gather, to embrace, to hold each other closer in the bittersweet knowledge of impermanence were described as selfish, irresponsible, uncaring. And yet that felt like love. Surrendering a need for control. Trusting the wisdom and capacity of the body. Prioritizing connection over survival. Choosing not to view fellow humans and family members as biohazards. And – in the end – the virus found its way even into the most sequestered spaces, and it seems there was little if any benefit to all of the security theater, all of the disruption, all of the fear. Next time, I will turn off the news sooner, follow my own heart.
Over the past couple of years, I have felt a similar dissonance within myself, as I recognized that some of what I considered love was in fact rooted in fear, insecurity, a sense of being incomplete, a need for validation, a need to be the one to fix things, a need to be chosen by another, a sense of safety and comfort in familiarity. Letting go of that has been a process filled with pain and grief but also healing, growing stronger, finding my own center, embodying more of myself.
In this time I am learning to flow, to accept the lessons of each day, to relax the need to understand, the need to form my life into a story. I am not sure what will be next in this space, but I trust the process of unfolding.
Love is not safety Love is not comfort Love is not control Love is not vigilance Love is not concern Love is not doing the right thing Love is not saying the right thing Love is not feeling others’ pain Love is not reassurance Love is not validation Love is not coming to the rescue Love is not choosing another Love is not being chosen Love is not commitment Love is not loyalty Love is not binding Love is acknowledgement Love is affirmation Love is reciprocity Love is mutuality Love is seeing another deeply Love is being seen Love is freeing Love is interconnection Love is collaboration Love is immersion Love is presence Love is listening Love is understanding Love is awareness Love is living fully Love is surrendering to mystery Love is weaving the pattern Love is
“Love is weaving the pattern” - I resonate deeply with this whole piece. I found the 2020/2021 experience to be one of the most powerful catalysts for tuning in to my own sense of what was right for me, what I truly believe, know, and trust about life, myself, my body.
Agreed, love is.
Love is grocery shopping for your elderly mother to keep her safe. Love is washing those groceries in bleach with a prayer when the fear is dialed to 11. Love is begging her not to take the "experimental" vaccine.
Love is caring for her as she fades away with turbo cancer after her booster. Love is never asking her why she didn't listen.
Love is not an experimental vaccine or quarantine.
Love is...painful sometimes.
Gawain