Bloganuary writing prompt
Can you share a positive example of where you've felt loved?
This is a unique question, quite specific. Where have I felt loved, rather than where I've been loved, or have logically deduced there is love present?
I felt loved this morning, when my therapist continued the session ten minutes over time. She rarely does that, and I wouldn't want her to, but today she was like a sister, mother, friend and mentor all at once, helping me through what anyone else would see as the fairly unimportant process of shopping for a dress.
The mother part of the equation is probably the most important here, as there's some difficulty around perceiving myself clearly amidst the criticism of an uninvited guest in the dressing room of my mind, but she helped guide me back to sane ground. The process can be joyful; why shouldn't it be? But also, and I think this is a quite feminine wisdom, there's nothing wrong with placing importance on finding the right dress.
Nothing wrong at all.
I felt loved last night too, by the whole universe, flooded with photos from my kids living in different states, each having their own adventures. A favorite denim coat charged with memories of San Francisco finally reached my oldest, and fits perfectly. Middle Child politely reaches for boba tea through a giant lion's mouth somewhere in Korea Town, NY. Just looking at those photos and the brightness of those faces... phenomenal love! Me for them, one might say, but I can't tell the difference.
Empathy was a point of conversation this morning too, the way spiritual or transcendent experiences can turn perceptions inside-out. It's not so easy to write about those. I begin to see that not writing about them is closer to heart, as knowing-beyond-words instead pours through everything 'else'. There's no separation between being loved and loving, inside versus outside, high and low.
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