I remember the first time I brought my newborn son home from the hospital. I was such a nervous mother; terrified, actually – wincing at even the smallest pebble in the road. I’d become convinced, you see, of an ‘imminent doom’ – that I literally spent the first week sleeping with my hand upon his chest.

It’s human nature that we should become attached to people and things. Though, as parents, this inclination is often amplified; we fear losing that which we love most of all.

It causes me to wonder: how much of what we experience as love is actually a manifestation of our own story?

Certainly, we all experienced moments in which love has both released and revealed. Sometimes, within the very same moment – a conflict of heart at a deeply spiritual level.

And, we may become ‘stuck’ in those stories painting vivid scenarios – projections of our own past wounds.

Though, in our heart there’s this inherent knowing – that in order to love freely, we ourselves must be freed.

“Love is not something we give or get,” writes Brené Brown. “it is something that we nurture and grow, a connection that can only be cultivated between two people when it exists within each one of them – we can only love others as much as we love ourselves.”

In many ways, we must be willing to accept the invitation; to take love’s journey into the unexpected aspects of self.

It is only from this space of unconditional acceptance, that we may begin to love freely and without condition.

Today, my son embarks on yet another life journey – and, in place of fear I feel only the blessing of gratitude.

This is how love must grow, my darlings – along its own path, and with the benefit of nurturing.

In peace…

Namaste ❤️

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