Unimaginably Good

You can't manifest with imagination anything other than the imaginable.

The unimaginable comes from living into something.

I take the same walk every day. Can I imagine it? Poorly. Not the way it IS. Not the way it IS RIGHT NOW.

No, I have to live my way into that forest, walk there, be there, in order to learn what is in it which cannot be imagined.

Every day from inside my house, I imagine what I know will be in that forest, and it does not get me out the door.

I get out the door on momentum, and as soon as I'm outside, the wonders abound, I wake from that meta-dream, the one that dreamed I could dream how the outside would be.

That is why I call this Love's Forest, the field which surrounds me, through which I walk, this network of relationships required for me to cross paths with someone. I do not yearn to fall in love. I walk in Love's Forest.

Love's Forest is where I DAILY find unimaginable love, in the mundane, in the ordinary, from every source, even as I feel the pain of existence.

Love's Forest is the context which was framed by my living into values, carrying myself a certain way, walking within certain bounds. It is not the bounds I walk, it is my evaluation of them as right for me which makes this forest one of love.

Love's Forest is behavioral scaffolding around which my love life grows, a trellis of practices and understandings that support me to free me.

Love's Forest is a place to stay, a place to invest my time, energy, and attention so that I know I'm making today count.

Love's Forest is where I stay to experience unimaginable love. That's the love that interests me. What I can imagine is no longer compelling. I want unimaginable love.

I don't know anymore how to talk about the life I'm living, the love I'm having.

We know all the same love stories, you and I.

Often I have bridged my experience with these love stories, these archetypes, let you in on my love, arching in our shared imagination, imagining we understand something about one another.

There are no stories for the way my people are showing up for me now. In romance, in sexuality, in erotic and emotional expression and safety, in home tasks, doing dishes, while I cook, as parents to self, children, and one another--there is no archetype. I have every archetype in every person and through every person. The ones close to me are HERE NOW. I couldn't tell you what we are to each other, I could only tell you the jokes we make to point at it, and most of those are NSFW.

So I have been quiet about it.

None of the stories prepared me for this.

Nothing prepared me for unimaginable love.

What COULD prepare one for the unimaginable?

Who could foresee that being the requisite skill?

That ever-tricky unknown-unknown.

Yet it is latent knowledge, the way I keep living, living into the truth that I don't know what is around the bend, that I can't imagine what's coming or how it will be, and if I do imagine it I'm straying from what is coming, RIGHT NOW, the flow of the river, now, now, now.

Every moment is unimaginable in its intricacy, in its singularity. Every thing I hope life contains is unimaginable.

The realm of imagination is the only thing that cannot BE, and it can always be, as real as any other imagination.

So, once I have imagined it, I've experienced it. Life is sure to give me something better than that in reality.

Unimaginably good.