Loving Relief
I love it when a client absolutely sobs with relief.
That "I thought I was crazy" relief-which-is-grief that floods a heart met with compassion and understanding in this confusing and chaotic world. The relief of one who enters reality from a nightmare.
Delusion beckons. Or else it has me. Or else I have it? What is really happening here? Where is all this information coming from, how trustworthy is it?
What I offer my clients is the thing they are looking for most, a thing they've panicked to have forgotten, to have occluded, to have misplaced or to have never been modeled, to be distracted from, by chaos.
What they seek is the tone of love.
My clients are not the ones looking to be met with love (though relief, again, floods them when they are).
My clients are the ones looking to give their own very best love, they want to know that they are representing love clearly and truly in the world, living into it as a way and a practice *regardless of what the world offers.*
My clients are not trying to get away from pain, they are sometimes *too* intimate with pain—my clients are opted in on the fullness of life such that they fear no shadow, and seek only right relationship.
When they are unloved by other people, the real stake in their heart is "could I have been loving better?"
Is there a way I might have walked, a thing I might have said, a touch that would have showed them they are free and safe here? What in me had them feel the need to lash out, to check out, to tell a lie?
Radical responsibility is a sharp edge.
My clients are becoming safe to be around, most of all by making sure what's around them is safe for them. Those who seek their own refinement and don't shy away from blows can find themselves in extreme territory.
They have no desire to be emotionally or physically unsafe to others, but/and they're still calibrating to remove threat, accept risk and danger, and experience safety in its uncertain doses, ready to once again catch themselves if it all falls apart. They have long since committed to feeling everything—and this is a recursive practice that only reveals ever-deeper layers.
If they find themselves hurting others, or hearing reports of others hurting, they roll up their sleeves and get to work.
That's why this part is not the focus of our work—it is an inevitable consequence: those who humbly wish to know what else they might do to serve love have the resolve required to seek it from an available source and apply it.
I am the source of what love looks and feels like in the world, one source among many, sought by those who adore my specific ways. I show how love applies in real time, in real-world situations, in unfairness, in grief, in the dust that settles when I drop righteousness as a shield.
Those who embrace the wholeness of life still hunger for better and better ways to hold it. To wholed it. To be in relationship to that wholeness and all its parts, its larger sum and its empty source.
Those who embrace the wholeness of life awaken to the wordless understanding that the greatest prosperity is in BEING LOVING to the world, in the world.
They supply the commitment to love, they could never mistake love's tone; we hone in on what it literally looks like alive in the world, moment by moment, relationship by relationship, objectively, like a camera would catch, now, now, now.
