I have tried to find my words for 2013, but this year I find myself wordless.
There is a sense that my 'word' cannot be named. It is an is-ness. More of a feeling. More of an opening. It flows through every living thing--untroubled as much by inhabiting a tree shedding its leaves, a flower having bloomed its last time, as much as it revels in bringing vibrance to a fuzzy new bud. It seems to hold the space we inhabit in form as well as speak to something that stands as a back drop for this comedy.
There is one phrase that dropped to me from the heavens...
I no longer chase conditional love.
I seem to hold this phrase gladly over my heart, as a prayer that I might be supplied the monumental courage to remain steadfastly true to myself, to learn about what that is and isn't.
And my favorite part is how I feel that in that little phrase is what I have always been waiting for,
an absolute freedom
from conditionally loving.