I say to people, I have spent my life learning how to love, and many concur and say they have too. I might follow that up and say, love is the real work of our lives, and there’s a pause, then some agree, but many aren’t so sure. They may say, what about surviving, isn’t the real work of our lives to make money (even if we don’t love what we do)? I might then say, money is important, of course, but I believe that we are made of love, and if that’s true how can love not be the real work of our lives?
Whoa?! The idea that we are actually made of love! Isn’t this stretching the truth about love too far, so far that it just isn’t true? But here’s the thing, whatever objections crowd our minds when we hear this, if we’re willing to shut up our heads and open our hearts, even for a moment, we create the space for this possibility to resonate in that deep place within us where truth resides. And then we know, without doubt - because it is self-evidently true - that we are actually made of love.
Or try this: give yourself some quiet time to reflect on your life journey so far, and allow experience to be your teacher. Be honest and tender-hearted with yourself and dive deep. You’ll see - from your experiences - that anything that isn’t love, anything that is driven by fear, distances you from your wholeness and leaves you feeling the pain of separation. Doesn’t this awareness compel you to believe, or to be open to the possibility, that love really is the truth of who you are? And that all healing and growth is a return to love? And that love, therefore, is the real work of your life? And that your happiness and fulfilment depend on it?
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